The following morning, after the progress toward alleviation that we had made. Now that the gathering and the nights are getting closer, we are peering out the window and making preparations. And as I did so, my gaze turned to Apollo, who did not appear content.

　　"Are you okay?" I asked him in a soft tone, and I looked at him with a perplexed expression on my face. He shook his head.

　　"What is it that prompts you to ask me that? Of course, sweetheart." I smiled at ...