The Return and Unanswered Questions

Liria adjusted her cloak as she walked, her footsteps steady but her mind in turmoil. The air outside the Wailing Caverns was cool, a sharp contrast to the suffocating heat that had nearly consumed her within. The others followed, their silence punctuated only by the crunch of gravel under their boots.

No one spoke about what had just happened.

Daena, ever watchful, had her arms crossed, her sharp violet gaze flicking toward Liria every few seconds. Enara walked at Liria's side, her midnight eyes narrowed in quiet thought, while Ananara the ever-critical pineapple was muttering to himself, floating just above Liria's shoulder.

"I do not like this," he finally broke the silence, his voice dripping with suspicion. "You absorbed something. I don't know what, but it reeks of trouble."

Liria didn't react.

Because if she did, she'd risk slipping up.