As Hirvan stood frozen, the heat of the hot spring felt like a distant memory compared to the icy grip of anxiety that held him in place. Elian's grip on his shoulder tightened slightly, snapping him out of his stupor. Hirvan forced a smile, trying to mask his inner turmoil. "Bradly, why don't you go ahead and find Mum and Sheryl? I'll catch up in a minute."
Bradly hesitated, glancing between his brother and the strangers, his youthful face crinkled with concern. Finally, Bradly nodded. "Okay, but don't take too long," he said, before hurrying off, his small figure quickly disappearing into the hallway.
Once Bradly was out of earshot, Hirvan turned his attention back to his two sons, who were now standing closer, their expressions a mixture of confusion and cautious curiosity. The warm steam of the bath contrasted sharply with the cold tension in the air.
