"So, what are you going to do now?" Jania asked, leaning back in her chair as she delicately sipped her tea.
Ephyra glanced at her plate, idly cutting into her food as if it were a tedious chore rather than a meal. Her lips pressed into a thin line before she finally spoke. "I'm going to call Malia and set up a meeting with the rest of the group. They deserve the truth." She stabbed a forkful of her meal and paused before continuing. "She called me earlier, and… it made me feel like shit. I know I couldn't tell them everything before—at least not without piling on confusion and distrust. But now that it's out in the open, there's no excuse."
Jania set her cup down gently, her gaze sharp yet understanding. "Are you sure you're ready for that? Facing them, I mean. Apologies can be more difficult than exposing the truth."
