The next morning, the dining table that was expected to be lively with the addition of one more person, remained quiet.
Everyone was seated around the dining table when Eryx placed a bowl in front of Lunara without a word. It was warm porridge with soft fruits, nothing heavy.
Lunara glanced at it, then at him. "What's this?"
"Breakfast," Eryx said, taking a seat. "Something light. It's only been a week."
She didn't argue. She picked up the spoon and slowly started eating.
Naomi yawned, her head resting on her palm. Across the table, Regina poured tea for herself. Lucas sat beside her, quiet, still looking unsure in a room full of people who seemed to know him better than he knew himself.
"Where's my porridge?" Naomi asked, eyeing Eryx with a pout. "I want that kind of porridge too."
"Ask aunty to bring it for you," Eryx said, setting a glass of milk in front of Lunara before sitting beside her.
