It was another morning, and the family was gathered once more at the table. The atmosphere was calm, only the occasional clink of cutlery breaking the silence—until Henndar spoke.
"Aramith, do you have any plans for the day?"
The question was casual, but it served a purpose—to see if any of them had already made plans before he imposed one.
Before Aramith could respond, Kesha set her teacup down with a quiet clink.
"How predictable," she murmured, voice carrying a trace of amusement. "I imagine he'll be wasting away in a quiet corner, staring at the sky or a book, brooding as always. Though, I will be accompanying him."
Henndar barely spared her a glance. "I asked Aramith."
Kesha's lips curved. "And I am merely stating the obvious."
Aramith exhaled sharply, shaking his head as he reached for his cup.
