The envelope sat on the coffee table, a silent, heavy testament to the strangeness of their lives. The stack of cash was neatly bound by a paper clip, an amount of money that was both a relief and a burden. The drawing of the feather lay beside it, a piece of Yuna's carefully guarded soul that she had, for some reason, chosen to share with them.
"So," Nina said, her voice a low, incredulous whisper as she stared at the money. "She just… paid you? For saving her life?"
"It's not about the money," Kofi said, his eyes still closed. "It's about the debt. She doesn't want to owe anyone anything. Especially not me."
"It's still weird," Nina insisted. "And creepy. How did Ren even know where you live?"
"I don't know," he admitted. "And I don't think I want to."
