Chapter 147: Labyrinth
Warmth settled between them, soft and momentary, a small comfort in a place where everything else wanted them broken.
Syras leaned forward, arms resting on his knees, the firelight catching the edge of his jaw. "In my family, we have this tradition," he said, voice calm, almost nostalgic. "Every now and then, we sit around the fire... just like this. And we start sharing stories, how are our lives going? What’s new? Do we need any help?"
"My father said that, communicating is the way to keep family together, to talk and keep no secrets between us. Trust is the best weapon to have."
"But that aside, someday, after all this ends, I want you to come visit Dune, I’ll make you something real to eat. Show you how to cook like I do, you can also meet my siblings, they are gloomy just like you!"
Dune gave a low chuckle. "Yeah, I don’t think that’ll work."
"Why not?"
"Because we still have to survive this place," Dune muttered, flicking a twig into the fire.
"And so far, i don’t know if that’s looking too good."
Syras shrugged, unfazed. "We’ll survive. This place? It’s not that bad. It’s not like we haven’t done worse, remember bloodrose? Training was much worse than this!"
Dune didn’t respond, but the silence between them wasn’t disagreement.
Syras turned toward Liora, tilting his head. "You can come too, strange woman."