Lisa’s POV
(LAST NIGHT) Yeah the part I didn't tell heri earlier.
“Alright dinner ready” calling Ronan's attention. “who's hungry?”.
We had dinner. It's wasn't really much, but at least our stomach was filled and full.
We cleaned up fast, the four of us moving like some weird domestic squad—Ronan washing, Damon drying, me “accidentally” breaking a plate (don’t ask), and Heri shuffling off toward the couch, blinking slow and heavy like a baby bird ready to keel over.
By the time we all plopped down in the sitting room, she was already curling into a ball against the armrest, her little book sliding out of her hands.
Her eyes blinked—once, twice—and then drooped.
“Urmm,” I leaned over, brushing a strand of hair off her face. “Hey. You okay?”
She mumbled something unintelligible, prob
