Lethia, hearing that she apparently owed something she never even used, threw Renar a questioning look.
"It happened when you got stabbed. I had to make a quick decision. You don't need to worry about it," Renar reassured her, settling into the chair beside her.
"Hmm… No… You both need to worry when Zeran says he'll be collecting a debt," Caelum chimed in casually, spearing a juicy grilled scallop and popping it into his mouth.
"Should I?" Lethia asked, blowing on her soup before taking a sip. "Is he really your uncle? He looks young… and kind of different from you both."
"First off, we're all the same age. The three of us even share the same birthday. You'll see the resemblance once you get to know us better. It's just that Zeran's a bit different because his moth—"
"CAEL! You better go home now or else…" Renar snapped, his voice cutting through the room like a whip. His gaze locked onto Caelum with an unspoken threat.
