Cleora laid a hand on her daughter's back, a gentle nudge urging her forward, while Coco slowed her stride, matching her mother's pace as they crossed the hallway into the medical hall.
The room was quiet, the air cool and faintly scented with herbs, along with the soft sounds of drawers sliding open and supplies rustling met their ears.
Cleora held the door open, her eyes on Coco as she stepped in.
Coco stepped through the door, immediately colliding with Kairo's bright, purple eyes, causing a wave of relief wash over her and it struck her right there and then that the way tension melted from her shoulders— that she had been nervous.
But now, as Kairo nodded at her, her nerves gave way to the familiar comfort his presence brought.
She exhaled quietly, the corner of her lips turning up in a small, almost shy, smile, then her eyes glanced to the side when Heiren stepped forward, his movements quick and hurried.
