Aira was still shaken from what she had heard from Zyren. The weight of his words lingered heavily in her mind, refusing to fade no matter how much she tried to steady herself. She couldn't help but ask for a moment alone, her voice quieter than usual, which Zyren didn't hesitate to give her.
Right after planting a gentle kiss on her forehead, lingering just long enough to remind her he was there, he turned around and left the room, closing the door softly behind him.
The scene described to her scared her to her core. It replayed in her thoughts again and again, each detail sharper than the last, even as she tried to convince herself that since Vander was dead, then there was still a possibility that Liora was alive and okay.
