The next morning, I woke up to the soft rustling of fabric and the scent of fresh breakfast. Blinking my eyes open, I saw Thalira standing in our room, a tray of food in her hands and a mischievous grin on her face.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," Thalira said cheerfully. "I thought you might appreciate a nice breakfast after yesterday's ordeal."
I sat up, feeling a mix of gratitude and apprehension. "Thanks, Thalira. That's really thoughtful of you."
Lise stirred beside me, her eyes narrowing as she focused on Thalira. "What are you doing here so early?" she asked, her voice tinged with irritation.
Thalira shrugged, setting the tray down on a small table. "I just wanted to make sure you both started the day off right. Is that a problem?"
Lise sat up, crossing her arms over her chest. "It's not about the breakfast. It's about you constantly pushing your way in."
