SILVER'S POV.
I sat by the fire, slowly chewing the last of the berries. I probably shouldn't even be eating those. I didn't remember anything, and for all I knew, I could be allergic. But who cares about any of that? Not me. Not right now anyway. After everything I'd been through in the past few hours, these berries felt like a feast. A royal one at that.
I would deal with the allergy later, if there was any.
Across from me, the bird was done eating—but this time, instead of resting by the fire, it fluttered to a darker corner of the cave and landed there silently. It didn’t chirp or move. Just… stayed.
I kept glancing that way between bites, wondering what it was doing over there.
Ten minutes passed. Then fifteen. And it was still there. Just staring.
Frowning in confusion, I rose
