The morning after the confrontation with the raiders passed quietly, the household still recovering from the previous night's adrenaline — Erik running through the recovered supplies one final time, Kai still occasionally checking in on Jason and his father via the gate, the whole family settling into the particular, exhausted calm that followed a threat successfully repelled rather than merely survived.
It was over breakfast that Persephone finally raised it, setting her cup down with the same determined energy she brought to most decisions.
"You still haven't met them," she said, glancing toward her father. "Vanya and Harold. We've been consumed with raiders and training and everything else since you got here, and I keep meaning to introduce you properly, and it keeps not happening."
Silver considered that, some of the previous night's grim focus finally easing into something lighter. "The neighbors who looked after you."
