They were all seated now—still, quiet, as the air settled heavy in the aftermath. Maira hadn't spoken again.
She sat with her hands still folded tightly in her lap, her eyes lowered, lips soft and unmoving, lost in a rhythm only her heart knew.
Asperia sat upright, her posture a touch too straight, voice calm—but her gaze flickered, betraying that same uneasy weight in her chest.
"Siren," she began, eyes briefly passing over the sisters. "They live deep in the oceans—one of the older races. Born with song in their blood. Most think of them as myths, but they were once known across the continents as the greatest healers."
Vex tilted his head, listening silently. His golden eyes didn't wander from her.
"They're called the medics of the non-human world," Asperia continued. "They possess… this melodic resonance. A natural gift. Their voices can mend wounds, soothe pain, even restore vitality. Just by singing." Her voice lowered a little. "Some say they could even slow death."
