~SAPPHIRE~
“Do you need my help?” I watched as Zephyr struggled with his spoon. Although his wounds were healing and the traces of poison had been removed, he still found it hard to move his hand. Ato had informed us that it was a side effect of the poison. Zephyr could have asked for my help, but he refused, insisting he wanted to feed himself.
It didn’t end well. Half of his soup ended on the table, some on his legs, and some on the ground. He wouldn’t struggle so much if he had accepted my help.
He had avoided conversations with me and chose to speak with Ato instead. Why was he avoiding me? I figured it had to do with his scars. He knew I had seen them and believed I would ask questions sooner or later.
But I didn’t. If Zephyr had secrets, there must be reasons for hiding them, and
