Fian froze, staring at her in disbelief. His expression was the very picture of betrayal.
"Th-that was Hilda's doing…" Gara coughed awkwardly. "But since you managed to make ice cubes yourself, it means your Talent control has gotten sharper, right? That's a good thing."
He gave Fian a wide smile, trying to lift his spirits. "You really are amazing, Fian." Gara handed him one of the cups from the tray, letting their fingers brush in the exchange.
Fian lowered his gaze, still sulking. Yet the brief warmth of Gara's touch softened the sting of disappointment, if only a little.
His gaze drifted toward Gara, who was smiling at him with a knowing look. Warmth spread through his chest, pushing away the sadness he had just felt moments ago.
Wina smiled at their interaction, while Della sulked, jealous—she wanted Gara's encouragement too.
