Joule watched Sol's retreating figure with concern. Something was clearly bothering Sol, and he couldn't shake the feeling that it had something to do with Neoma. He decided to check on her first, hoping she was alright.
He gently knocked on the slightly ajar door before slowly pushing it open. "Neoma?" he called softly.
She was sitting on the bed, her expression thoughtful and composed, though there was an unmistakable tension in her eyes. She looked up as Joule entered, giving him a small nod.
"Hey, Joule. What's up?"
He could sense the underlying tension. He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed; his expression full of concern. "Are you okay? Sol seemed really upset when I saw him just now."
She sighed and shook her head. "We had a... disagreement. It's nothing, really."
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