Zilia stepped out of the washroom, towel in hand, and found Casaio seated on the edge of the bed, scrolling through his phone. The moment he saw her, he lowered his phone and placed it on the bedside table before sliding his feet into his slippers.
"Let's have dinner first," Casaio suggested, standing up.
"I thought you said you weren't hungry," she murmured, raising a brow.
"I wasn't. But now I am," he replied, already heading toward the door.
'She won't eat unless I do. She's more exhausted than I am,' he thought, instinctively sensing her presence behind him.
Without turning, he tilted his head slightly, subtly motioning for her to walk alongside him.
Zilia took long strides to catch up. Within moments, their steps fell into sync.
"How's Estelle doing? I was thinking of visiting her tomorrow," Zilia said, breaking the silence.
Casaio gave a small tilt of his head, then looked ahead. "She's fully recovered. Yeah, you should go see her. She'd be glad."
