When the King Comes Home [Part-2]
Lira nodded. "And warmer. Moonstone felt… colder."
A moment of silence settled then.
Mia cocked her head. "Colder?" she said.
Lira's gaze eased a little. "No bruises. Only... hollow."
Syra tilted her head, a small grin forming as she folded one leg across the knee of the other. Her voice came slow - "It was missing him."
A soft throw pillow flew across the room, aimed true even though Rias did not turn around. Her voice carried one word only - "Obviously."
A soft thud landed on Syra's shoulder - fabric meeting bone. Her breath caught, sharp and sudden.
"Violence? In our own home?" Syra clutched her chest. "Kyra, witness this injustice."
Kyra kept her eyes down. "It wouldn't have reacted if you hadn't pushed."
A light chuckle moved through the space.
Faintly, a curve touched the edge of her mouth. The moment hung without sound.
A flicker at the doorway caught Nova's eye long before it drew any attention.
