Leaving the room, Mila pressed her back against the door with her ear closer, to listen to what Zyran was doing. She found it weird that he suddenly wanted to be alone, after they had played and laughed comfortably.
When Mila heard a soft groan from inside, she tried to go back inside and check, but Cher joined her.
"There you are, let's go get the dining ready. It's two hours before our guests arrive." Cher grabbed Mila by the hand, tugging her as she walked down to the kitchen.
"The air here feels so different, don't you think?" Cher asked with a smile. "It's not suffocating or gloomy. I don't know, but it makes me feel relaxed. Don't you think?"
Mila nodded, "I think so too." She understood what Cher was talking about. Compared to the early times she arrived in the house, it was more of a prison, where she had to watch her actions not to provoke Zyran. Either they were having breakfast separately, or Mila was in panic over what would happen if she annoyed Zyran.
