Elena was resolved to go to the village the next day to get supplies for the kitchen. The morning sun had barely risen, casting a gentle light over the landscape, when she began preparing for her trip. Her demeanor was calm but determined as she moved about, collecting the things she needed for the journey.
Lyra, watching Elena from across the room, couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt.
"I really hope it is no much problem for you on our stay, Elena," she said softly, her eyes filled with concern.
Elena paused for a moment and turned to Lyra with a faint smile.
"No, Lyra, you are like family. It is my honor to be of help when you are in need," she replied, sincerity evident in her voice. She then resumed her preparations, eventually grabbing a sturdy bag and making her way toward the door.
Just as she was about to step out, Reina, who had been sitting quietly, suddenly rose from her seat, her face etched with worry.
