"Ah, sorry for the mess," Soren said quickly, breaking the silence as he waved his hand.
With a brief flash of light, the mountain of items vanished from the table, cleanly swept away into his storage ring. Once the surface was clear, he gestured toward the nearby chairs. "Please, have a seat."
Ryan and Seria both nodded, their initial surprise melting back into faint smiles. They didn't ask any questions and just moved forward, placing the small bags and fresh flowers they had brought with them onto the empty table before pulling up the chairs.
"How are you holding up, Mr. Soren?" Seria asked, her eyes searching his face with genuine concern. "And how is Ms. Ethea doing?"
"We were worried after hearing what happened to you," Ryan added, leaning forward slightly.
