Suddenly, Elowen broke the silence.
"Mikhailis, about Lira and Serelith." Her voice cut through the quiet of the cave, leaving Mikhailis jolted.
He turned his head slightly, his eyes widening in surprise.
"Y-Yes?" he stammered, feeling the heat rush up to his cheeks. Elowen, sitting with her back resting on his, chuckled at his reaction.
"You don't need to be so afraid," she teased.
"I'm the one who set it up like that." Mikhailis blinked, still trying to process what she had just said.
"Eh?" he muttered, a confused look crossing his face.
Elowen laughed, her voice ringing softly in the dark.
"You know, I'm childhood friends with both of them—Lira and Serelith—and Vyrelda, of course." Her gaze drifted up, as if recalling old memories.
