"Everyone out for dinner!!!"
The dark, commanding voice of General Lemon thundered through the room, shaking the air with authority. It was less of an invitation and more of an order, a reminder that even in moments of exhaustion or pain, the demands of the camp could not be ignored.
Sera arched an eyebrow, clearly unfazed by the general's voice. Myia, on the other hand, shifted uneasily. She looked at Zakar, torn between wanting to stay and obeying the command.
But before either of them could move, Zakar spoke. His voice was low, almost hoarse, but it carried a weight that made both girls pause.
"Go. Leave me."
Sera tilted her head, her lips curling slightly as though she had expected this answer all along. Myia blinked, surprised.
"What? But… you're hurt. You need—"
"I said go," Zakar repeated, sharper this time. His eyes, normally calm and quiet, now glimmered with an intensity that made Myia's protests falter. "Both of you. I'll manage. Just… give me time alone."
