"Cas, Gabriel, and Amelie are back," Zilia said softly as she stepped out onto the balcony, a steaming mug of coffee cradled in her hands. She offered it to him with a small, gentle smile. "We should go see them later."
The winter wind swept across the balcony, carrying the promise of snow. It tugged at Zilia's hair and made Casaio pull his coat a little tighter around him.
"We can head over this afternoon," he agreed, wrapping his fingers gratefully around the warm mug. He took a slow sip, letting the heat chase away the chill. "Yesterday, I heard about a family in the pack who lost their only son. Debts… It got out of hand."
Zilia's expression softened, a sadness flickering in her eyes. "I'll come with you," she said without hesitation. "I want to. I've been sitting idle for too long, and… I'd like to help. To stand beside you in this, at least."
