The introduction didn't happen just yet.
No, Leira had invited all of the knights that gathered at the entrance to a lively breakfast— or supposed to be a lively breakfast, but it was so awkward and tense.
"Here's a special serving of potato soup for you." Leira hummed and placed the wooden bowl in front of Renzille. "Make sure to finish it all. I don't want you collapsing and looking frail."
"Thank you." The younger Thillion expressed her gratitude with a soft smile, picking up the bowl and quickly taking a sip from the broth.
The captains and vice captains watched the interaction between the two, shocked to see that the cold and cruel captain they know is being overly attentive of the new captain.
They got even more shocked when they saw Brunelle placing his share of bread on Renzille's plate.
"Just so you know." Renzille spoke up, her eyebrows furrowing as she cast a glance on Brunelle and Leira. "I'm not that frail or hungry. I don't need this much."
