Nala
Raya was visibly uncomfortable during dinner. Her hand shook as she held the serving spoon, her knuckles white with tension.
Sensing her distress, Xander gently took the spoon from her, steadying her hand to prevent any spillage. She looked at him, her eyes filled with gratitude, and murmured a respectful thank you.
Watching this interaction, I tried to brush off the unease creeping into my mind.
Raya continued plating his food in silence, her movements mechanical. Gradually, they started engaging in small talk, their voices a low hum across the table. I forced myself to ignore the fact that Xander had mentioned he was the one who had brought me here. Raya remained unperturbed by my presence, perhaps because I was staying far away in Ronan's wing. In her eyes, I posed no threat.
