Ria watched as Unar kept sleeping long after she had woken up. The little inn room brought a sense of domesticity that she had thought she would get upon falling. If she wanted to, she could trace the scars on the exposed arm and wonder where they had come from; Unar had already had them back when they had met at the ruins she had originally landed to after being cast out from the City.

Ink Town turned out to be surprisingly bustling for a place called a town. It was more like a city nowadays thanks to Inky Academy's success, not that anyone had apparently bothered to change the name beyond adding ink to it. The postcards and images I had seen of it had not conveyed such business; they had always had that town atmosphere to them.