Back at the base, Davi was surprised to find Ange awake, holding a bowl of soup. Her fingers bore small burn marks, and he noticed signs around the kitchen that she'd been cooking.
"You're finally back. I made something for you," she said with a gentle smile. "Did you really think I wouldn't notice you sneaking out?"
She set the soup down on a chair and approached with soft steps.
"You've seemed really worried lately. Did something happen? Why are you pushing yourself so hard?" She touched his face gently, her eyes full of worry.
Davi stayed silent for a few seconds, the warmth of her hand contrasting with the chill still lingering on his skin from the fight.
"It's nothing…" he started, looking away.
Ange raised an eyebrow, her gentle smile turning slightly more serious.
"Davi… you're terrible at lying." She let out a brief laugh. "Even I can tell," she added with a self-deprecating smile. "Your eyes are full of worry. I can see it."
