After the food was prepared, they sat together at the small dining table and ate the simple fried rice in comfortable silence at first, then with light conversation. Once the plates were empty, Isha stood up and gave him a soft smile.
"Go to the bedroom and sleep now. You need rest. Tomorrow will be much harder."
Vikram nodded, but as he stood, a wave of confusion hit him. He didn't know which room was his. In fact, he didn't even fully recognize this house as his own. The system had thrown him into this world with almost no background information, and nothing felt familiar yet.
He hesitated near the hallway, eyes scanning the quiet home uncertainly.
Isha, who had been clearing the table, noticed his slowed steps and the slight pause in his movement. She misunderstood the reason immediately.
Her expression softened with concern. She thought the brutal battle had left him more shaken than he was letting on.
