Seeing Zamira's strong resolve, I could only sigh inwardly. Her crimson eyes were calm, unwavering, the kind that told me she had already made up her mind long before voicing it out loud. There was no point trying to talk her out of it now.
"Alright," I finally said, exhaling softly. "We'll wait for Amber to come back first."
Zamira nodded once, satisfied, and took a seat beside me in the living room. The atmosphere was quiet, almost too quiet, broken only by the faint hum of distant creatures in the garden. Time passed slowly, but luckily, not for long.
The door slid open not even ten minutes later.
Amber walked in, her arms full of snacks, packaged sweets, crunchy bars, and some brightly colored things I didn't even recognize. Her cheeks were puffed as she chewed, crumbs nearly betraying her usual composed image. The moment she stepped into the living room and saw both Zamira and me staring straight at her, she froze.
Her eyes widened slightly.
