Roisin
I took a deep breath and wiped away the last traces of tears from my eyes.
My thoughts were a tangled mess as I reminded myself that Olivine was waiting for me. The knot in my stomach tightened at the memory of Visaris' words, but I pushed it down. I had to keep moving, keep doing what was expected of me. Olivine needed breakfast, and he needed that special soup to help his wounds heal faster.
The kitchen felt colder than usual as I stepped inside, Visaris' reprimand hanging heavily on my shoulders. I set about preparing breakfast, trying to use the familiar motions as a distraction from the turmoil in my mind. I chopped vegetables for the soup, letting the sound of the knife against the cutting board drown out the echoes of Visaris' voice.
When everything was ready, I arranged
