And then there was Mira.
Mira sat frozen in her chair, her green eyes locked onto Viktor's face.
That soft, knowing smile on his lips.
That gentle way he'd handed the water to the stranger.
The way his hand had lingered on the young man's shoulder.
That calm in his movements, like he'd done this a hundred times before.
Her mind started spiraling.
'Wait.'
'Hah, so it's her...' Viktor sat back down in his chair with a satisfied sigh, reaching for his own bowl of porridge. He scooped up a spoonful and brought it to his lips, chewing slowly as if nothing had just happened.
Then he chuckled—low, rough, amused.
The sound sent a shiver through Mira's spine.
Viktor glanced at Elara again, his eyes crinkling slightly at the corners as another soft laugh escaped him. "You really were starving, huh?"
Elara nodded quickly, still catching her breath. "Y-Yes... I haven't eaten in... days..."
