Dila glanced sideways, then turned toward Fran.
"Let's go." Her voice was calm, but there was a touch of relief beneath it, like a weight finally lifted.
Fran instantly brightened up, skipping a step beside her. "'Kay, sister~!" she said with a playful grin, tail swaying behind her.
They had only taken a few steps before Dila spoke again. "Oh… by the way."
She didn't turn around. Still facing forward, she slowly raised her right hand—palm open in a quiet, backward gesture—as she walked.
"Thanks for the potions, Zib. This means a lot."
There was no pause in her steps, no glance back… but her words carried sincerity, soft but genuine.
Behind them, Zib blinked—caught off guard for a moment. Then he smiled gently, bowing slightly.
"No problem… Princess Dila." His voice was quiet, but steady. There was pride there. And maybe… a bit of admiration.
