"No, Luna, I'm not tired," Mirian said, forcing a sheepish smile onto her face, despite the hint of sorrow that lingered in her eyes.
Reana's gaze narrowed slightly, her expression skeptical. "I insist," she said firmly, reaching out to take the basket from Mirian.
But Mirian stepped back, her eyes darting nervously to the basket, and then back to Reana. The Luna's brow arched in surprise, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of mild annoyance.
"I want to serve you, Luna Reana," Mirian said, her voice filled with sincerity. "It's inappropriate for you to do the servant's work," she added, her eyes locked onto Reana's, pleading to be believed.
Reana's gaze lingered on Mirian's face for a moment, as if searching for any sign of weakness or deception. But Mirian's expression remained resolute, and the Luna's face softened slightly. With no word said, Reana turned and headed towards Ryder's cabin, Mirian falling into step behind her.
