"Ah… you're leaving again?" Edna asked softly.
Dinner had ended not too long ago, and the last traces of warmth from it were still in the air.
The plates were stacked beside the sink, the table was still messy with cups and crumbs, and the house smelled of cooked vegetables and spices.
Veyra had wanted meat but there wasn't any where she was currently interested in buying meat from in the town; their meat was soggy ss hell.
It was a peaceful domestic evening… the kind of moment Azel never truly had time to appreciate before.
Lunch earlier had been lively.
Rene had joined the family, sitting in a chair between Isolde and Medusa.
His so-called "bad luck curse" hadn't shown the slightest bit all day.
There was no collapsing shelves, no dropped plates, and no sudden accidents.
It was peaceful, but as usual peace with Azel turned to stress.
"Yes," Azel finally answered, straightening his coat. "I've been called over to Astra City to meet up with—"
