Mira had eventually settled back onto the bed. Not exactly resting. Just sitting cross-legged while absentmindedly playing with the edge of one of the soft blankets. Across the room, Drokan remained in the chair. Still watching. Not in a threatening way exactly… But definitely watching. The silence between them had grown comfortable enough that Mira stopped feeling like she had to fill it with nervous talking. At least until— The door slid open. Vael stepped inside carrying a tray. “Well, well,” he said cheerfully. “There you are.” Mira immediately brightened a little. “Oh thank god.” Drokan let out a quiet huff from his chair. Vael grinned as he walked toward the bed. “Hungry?” “Yes.” He set the tray down beside her. It held several small dishes—colorful fruits, warm p

