Liam and Sheila made their way along the dimly lit pathway leading toward the dormitory blocks, their steps quiet against the stone.
After Percy had vanished back into the shadows, neither of them had found a reason—or perhaps the courage—to break the silence. Liam remained wordless simply because he rarely felt compelled to speak unless necessary, though the weight of a question lingered on the edge of his mind. Sheila, however, was wrapped in something far heavier, the shock and emotional strain of facing her brother after so long pressing down on her so tightly that forming even a single sentence felt impossible. Liam had noticed how off-balance she looked, and so he allowed the silence to stretch, choosing not to push her.
