The dining hall was alive with the sounds of clinking utensils, lively conversation, and the occasional burst of laughter. As we walked in, the warmth and comfort of the familiar scene wrapped around me like a well-worn blanket, soothing some of the lingering tension in my chest.
Lise's hand was still wrapped around mine, a steady presence that kept me anchored as we made our way to our usual spot near the large windows overlooking the garden.
The table was already crowded with a few of our friends, their plates piled high with food and their chatter animated. Zaya, with her mischievous grin, waved us over, her eyes twinkling with amusement. It was a welcome sight after the day I'd had.
"About time you two showed up," Zaya teased as we approached, her grin widening. "I was beginning to think you'd gotten lost in the garden."
