"I know what brought you here, my child." Silas embraced V briefly, his touch full of warmth and gentleness, his expression radiating deep sympathy. "You look so tired… and burdened. Come in. I'll make you some warm tea."
"Ares sends his regards," V uttered as she settled onto the sofa, letting out a sigh heavy with fatigue. The moment her feet touched the grounds of Serene Monastery, the weariness in her head seemed to dissolve.
This place, with its heavenly beauty, was a balm to her eyes.
"You once warned me about this," she continued softly. "You must've heard about the attack on one of the Elven Elders—Scarfox."
Silas returned with a tray of floating treats—choco shrooms, cheese rocks, and a cup of warm, creamy Milky Way blue tea. The tray hovered beside him before gently presenting itself before V.
Silas sat across from her, the calm wisdom of his aura settling into the room.
