Veer walked beside her, and the moment the tribe saw him, every vulture lowered their head. Some even trembled. Kaya didn't need anyone to tell her—this idiot had definitely done something.
But looking at their faces, the way fear and guilt lingered in their eyes, Kaya felt… strangely better. Serves them right, she thought. This bastard actually did something useful for once. A small wave of satisfaction passed through her chest, but she didn't let it show on her face. She kept her expression flat as she stepped inside.
The house was cold. Not winter-cold, but the kind of cold that told her no fire had been lit, no food had been cooked. Kaya narrowed her eyes, already guessing what that meant.
"You haven't eaten anything yet?" she asked, turning to Veer.
Veer scratched his neck, then looked at her and said simply, "I just returned."
Kaya blinked. "Wait… what?"
