After leaving the kitchen, Rory noticed that Paros hadn't come down for breakfast.
After a moment's thought, she picked up a tray of food and headed to his room.
When she arrived, Paros was sitting alone on the balcony, staring into the distance, lost in thought.
There was something quietly lonely about his silhouette.
"Knock, knock."
Balancing the tray, Rory tapped lightly on the already open door.
She had noticed this before—Paros rarely closed his door. Every time she had come here, it had been left open, as if he never quite shut the world out.
At the sound, Paros turned.
The moment he saw her, his expression lit up. He rose immediately and walked toward her.
"Rory… what are you doing here?"
He knew she didn't usually come to his room unless it was to stabilize his mind.
So seeing her here—on her own initiative—made his chest tighten with unexpected joy.
"I noticed you didn't come eat," Rory said, setting the tray down on the table. "So I brought you breakfast."
