"Can you help me stir this porridge for the next five minutes?"
Lethia nodded and took over the spatula from Zeran, continuing to stir. However, her eyes followed him with worry. Derreck's voice in the distance sounded urgent, like something had gone wrong.
She sighed, kept stirring the pot, and rubbed her stomach gently.
That she could resolve her grudges without hurting those she loved—or herself.
Because now, Lethia had found her own people.
She had found reasons to love again, to be loved again.
And it was as simple as allowing herself to feel another's compassion. So she wanted to channel that warmth to Whisney too.
"Is something wrong?" Zeran's deep, worried voice broke the moment.
Both Lethia and Chasey quickly pulled away and wiped their tears.
"Yeah… something is really wrong," Lethia answered. "We… we can't find a way to split open the sea urchin." She shot her brows up to Chasey, a pleading look for backup.
