Luna's arrival brought a peaceful silence to the room. Cain looked at the girl, who gave him a warm smile that sent a flutter through his heart. He then turned to the woman beside her, Chloe, who waved her hands as the two of them stepped inside.
"You've arrived. Please, have a seat."
At Dosh's invitation, the two new guests approached Cain's sofa and sat down without hesitation, flanking him on both sides.
Fortunately, the sofa was oversized, leaving plenty of space despite the new arrivals.
Cain fixed his gaze straight ahead, painfully aware of the soft pressure of Luna's arm against his shoulder on the spacious sofa. The scent of her hair—something floral was a dangerous distraction.
Since his visit to the Winterfell mansion, he had become incredibly aware of the silver-haired girl's presence. However, even though his heart rate was skyrocketing, Cain fought to keep his expression neutral, maintaining his composed facade in front of his comrades.
