The cave was quiet, save for the crackle of the fire. The air inside carried a heavy stillness, almost pressing down on their shoulders. The orange glow of the flames danced across the stone walls, throwing long shadows that seemed to shift like restless spirits. Aurelia sat with her spear resting by her side, her back straight and her posture rigid. She didn't look at Luca when she finally broke the silence.
"Why did you put back the glowing stone?" Her tone was measured, still carrying that lingering chill.
Luca sat across from her, his elbows resting loosely on his knees, hands clasped together. His gaze lingered on the fire for a moment before he lifted his head. "It's for emergencies. Who knows what else we might encounter?" His voice was calm, but there was an underlying edge of caution.
