Kael finally coaxed Lilah to leave Oscar's side, though the wolf let out a low grumble in protest, which made Lilah laugh. Her fingers lingered in his fur for one last stroke before she rose with Kael's steady hand guiding her.
"Come," he murmured, placing her cane back into her hand. "We'll eat now. You must be hungry."
"I… am, actually," she admitted softly, cheeks coloring at the thought of her stomach possibly growling in public.
They made their way to the dining hall, Kael slowing his steps so hers wouldn't falter on the even floor.
Lilah could sense the place long before they entered.
The low hum of many conversations layered atop one another, the faint scrape of cutlery against plates, the warm scent of baked bread and sizzling meat, and the sharp, tangy fragrance of fruit being peeled.
When they stepped inside, the atmosphere shifted. A hush rippled across the large hall. Dozens of eyes turned toward them... toward her.
