"So… did you guys eat anything yet?" Razeal asked suddenly, his tone flat but casual.
He didn't look at Levy when he spoke. His eyes were elsewhere fixed on Yograj and Aurora at the front deck. The old man was drilling her, correcting her stance, forcing her to repeat postures over and over until they were precise. Razeal couldn't help but wonder how things had shifted so quickly. Only a short while ago, tension had filled the air arguments, anger, silence. And now? Just like that, they were sitting quietly at a round table beneath the warm sunlight.
The question caught Levy off guard. He blinked, glancing at Razeal's face, trying to read him. But as usual, there wasn't much to read. His expression was plain, as if this was nothing more than a casual remark.
"Well…" Levy cleared his throat awkwardly. "We ate. She.." he hesitated, his eyes sliding toward Maria. His voice lowered slightly, cautious, "well, she had a lot of food saved in her storage ring. Came… prepared, I guess."
