[Once you've thought about apologizing to Zandria, come find me] He wrote, followed by a location in a nearby city.
I stared at the screen for a moment before replying calmly. [I won't bother you two. Have a good trip]
After a brief pause, I typed again. [Oh, and I've transferred my portion of the rent to you. Please accept it.]
I sent him the money for the time I'd lived here, cutting the last financial tie between us.
A minute later, my phone buzzed again. It was Yohann, responding with confusion. "?"
I didn't reply.
Another message came shortly after: [Ysha, what's the meaning of this?]
He sent yet another one, more impatient this time: [Reply! Explain yourself!]
