The morning light had settled across the room when the soft knock at the door announced the arrival of breakfast.
Micah stepped forward immediately and accepted the delivery. He reached for the neatly packed box and opened it without hesitation.
"Do you think he is awake?" Micah asked, glancing toward the closed bedroom door that separated them from Ilyas. His tone carried a mixture of concern and impatience. "Should I check on him?"
Darcy, who had already taken the time to freshen up, appeared far more composed than he had earlier, though the faint shadows beneath his eyes betrayed his exhaustion. His complexion had improved slightly, yet there remained a subtle tension in his posture, as though he were holding himself together through sheer will.
He gave a small nod, his voice calm but measured. "If you're curious, just open the door quietly and take a look," he said. "But if he were awake, he would've come out when he heard you."
