Holly & Serena
Holly hadn’t meant to follow Serena out.
It just… happened.
One moment she was still seated at the long dining table, fingers wrapped around a mug she’d forgotten to drink from, and the next she was standing in the hallway, watching Serena’s dark braid sway gently as the Gamma walked toward the quieter wing of the packhouse.
“Serena,” she called softly, before she could talk herself out of it.
Serena turned, already smiling. “Yeah?”
“I—” Holly hesitated, then exhaled. “Can I walk with you for a minute?”
Serena’s expression shifted, not surprised so much as receptive. “Of course.”
They fell into step together, the hum of the packhouse fading as they moved farther from the communal spaces. The walls here were older, lined with photographs and carvings that spoke of gen
