🦋 ALTHEA
My cheeks tingled with heat at his words, even if the logical part of me knew that he did not mean it. I focused on Thal. He appraised us, not speaking for a moment. He looked more confused than relieved, which was not the goal. But I had to remember that he was fifteen, not seven.
"Oh stop," I chuckled, dragging Thorne along as I moved closer to Thal's bed. "Brought you something fresh."
His eyes narrowed slightly at us before he stilled and looked at the soup, the corners of his lips twitching up. "It smells so good," he gushed, sitting more upright in bed.
"Made with love," I said, almost declaring.
Thal froze and looked between the two of us. He stared as if still trying to gauge what he was seeing. "What?" I asked, suddenly self-conscious under his scrutiny.
"You two are..." He gestured vaguely between us, his expression caught between disbelief and something that looked almost like hope. "Different. Weren't you two just fighting a few days ago?"
