Sairis's POV
Sairis stood at the door for more than a few seconds, the tray warm in his hands, unsure of how to begin.
The room felt different now that he was reentering it. Quieter. Heavier. Like even the air had settled into something that did not want to be disturbed.
Loreen had not moved from his position since Sairis left the room.
He was still seated by the king's bedside, his body angled toward the bed, his attention fixed on the man lying there as if nothing else in the room existed.
It made Sairis pause. For a moment, he wondered if Loreen had even noticed that he had stepped out earlier. It did not look like it.
Sairis exhaled softly and stepped inside fully, closing the door behind him with care.
He walked over to the center table and placed the tray down, adjusting it slightly so it would not make noise. The small actions felt too loud in the silence.
Then he turned and walked toward the bed.
