Myia sat on her bed, her hands clutched tightly together, still pondering why she hadn't seen Zakar since their last mission. She replayed the memory again and again, searching for an answer. Had Justin's cruel words cut him too deeply? Or perhaps Horis's cold indifference had driven him away? The possibilities swirled in her mind like restless shadows, and none of them brought her peace.
Across the room, Sera sat upright, her sharp eyes fixed on Myia. She noticed the way the healer's shoulders trembled, the way her body shook ever so slightly as if her nerves were unraveling in front of her.
"Are you all right?" Sera asked, though her tone carried little warmth. It wasn't concern, but rather curiosity born of Myia's visible distress.
Myia tilted her head slightly and gave the smallest of nods. Without answering, she turned onto her side and laid her head against the pillow, hoping that sleep might calm her body's nervous shiver.
