Ilyrana entered the room quietly, watching Luke sprawled on the bed, his arms thrown wide as if trying to weigh down his thoughts. She lingered at the door, observing him, but said nothing about how he seemed half-lost in the folds of the mattress. Instead, she cleared her throat and said.
"Dinner's ready, if you're up for it."
Luke glanced up, blinking back the haze of his thoughts before sitting up with a faint nod.
"Right. I'll be there," he replied, his tone lighter than he felt.
He followed her to the small dining area, where the warm scent of Mirela's cooking filled the air, bringing an earthy comfort that wrapped around him like a blanket.
