The door clicks shut behind them.
Soft. Controlled.
It doesn't echo, but it settles into the room like something deliberate—like a boundary being drawn.
Dayo doesn't move right away.
He stands just inside, one hand still near the door, like he hasn't fully decided to step into the moment yet. The air feels different here. Quieter than outside. Not empty—just contained. Like everything in the room is waiting for them to decide what this is.
Luna is already seated.
Back straight, hands resting together loosely in her lap. Not tense, not relaxed either. Just… held. Like she's aware of every part of herself and where it is.
He notices that first.
The way she carries herself now.
There's something softer about her edges, but something firmer underneath. Not fragile. Not uncertain. Just… settled in a way he doesn't remember.
Or maybe he does.
Maybe he just forgot what it looked like when she wasn't around him.
He exhales quietly and walks in properly this time.
