The Duke slowly shook his head, his gaze somber, a silent confirmation of her greatest fear. The Duchess remained quiet, her gaze fixed on the gleaming tabletop, her expression sympathetic but equally devoid of answers.
A cold dread settled in Eirin's chest. It felt futile. She knew, with a certainty that chilled her to the bone, how truly hopeless this situation had become. Her eyes then fell on Shade, struggling valiantly but fruitlessly to scoop food into his mouth.
Seeing this, the Duchess, sensing Eirin's distress, immediately intervened. "Perhaps, the young lad would be more comfortable eating in your room, dear," she suggested kindly. Eirin didn't hesitate, accepting the offer with a grateful nod.
Once they were back in the quiet sanctuary of their luxurious guest room, Eirin helped Shade with his meal, carefully spooning soft porridge into his mouth.
