The night air was cool, carrying a slight chill that made Zoe's small hand feel cold in Julian's. He instinctively tightened his grip, his own warmth seeping into her skin as they walked under the pale glow of the streetlights.
The bustling night market they strolled through was a symphony of life, a stark contrast to the silent, focused intensity of their usual battles.
"Zoe," Julian began, his voice low and calm, not looking at her but straight ahead. "How does it feel? Being with everyone like this. Are you... comfortable?"
Zoe, who had been quietly observing a vendor selling glowing crystals, didn't turn her head. But after a moment of silence, she spoke, her voice as flat and straightforward as ever, yet carrying a clear meaning.
"It's not boring."
A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched Julian's lips. That was high praise coming from her.
He then asked a more delicate question, his tone gentle but direct. "Do you miss your father?"
