Miasha's lips curved into a gentle smile.
"Shall I escort you three toward the tunnel exit?"
Shimi's eyes brightened, and she was about to nod when Veythor's voice cut through, cold and sharp.
"No need."
The girl froze mid-breath. Miasha's smile lingered on her lips, but her eyes turned flat, hollow, like a predator hiding behind a mask.
"…Very well," she said softly... "As you wish."
Inside, she sneered...
Little brat, acting very brave. Let's see how long you last once the forest welcomes you.
Raika glanced between them, uneasy, when Miasha suddenly spoke.
"Kids, come closer for a moment."
The three exchanged wary looks at last, they stepped toward her. Veythor moved reluctantly, every step heavy with suspicion then suddenly in an instant, Miasha pulled them into her arms.
Shimi gasped, but then melted against her warmth, clutching her tightly. Raika's brows furrowed, his jaw clenched as he endured. Veythor slipped free before her arms could close around him.
