For once, the barracks were silent. Despite the absence of other knights it was far from tranquil. There wasn't any semblance of organization, let alone cleanliness. It wouldn't be difficult to find crumbs on any given surface. Worst of all, the place reeked of unwashed bodies. Ravio closed his eyes, trying to fall back to sleep. He wasn't tired, but he wished he was. Sleep would have been an escape. The Captain would surely make a quip about loitering, or worse, sleeping in the middle of the day, especially during an assembly. Ravio was ambivalent to the imagined criticism from the Captain. He felt far worse about other things.
The conversation with Hilda kept repeating in his head. But as bad as he felt, he wouldn't do anything different. He was the only one who hadn't gone to the assembly. How could he? He wasn't like the other knights. He wasn't one to entertain rumors, especially given the personal nature of his relationship to the princess. Nor was he going to stand by and watch