Isabella glanced down at the bowl in her hands, her lips twitching as she looked at Glimora, who was eyeing her curiously. The little creature's round eyes stared up at her, full of anticipation.
She took in the scene around her. Cyrus, ever calm, watched her intently, though there was a faint tension in his posture. Shelia and Luca were practically bouncing with excitement, their eyes full of hope. Ophelia's face, on the other hand, was a round, worried mess, her eyes already shimmering with potential tears.
Isabella smiled as she inspected the dish—stew with roasted meat, boiled eggs, and wild vegetables. It wasn't gourmet, but it wasn't exactly bad, right?
She scooped up a piece of egg with a bit of stew and took a bite.
Her face shifted.
The change was subtle at first, but it didn't go unnoticed. Her lips tightened, and her brows drew together as she chewed.
