When Enzo left, it was already time for lunch. Zayden told Ren to bring it to his room, along with his own meal, since Eiran was spending the day with Soren.
"He has grown so attached to him," Zayden chuckled while Ren placed the two trays of food on the table. His soft gaze constantly followed the young man's movements.
"He has…" Ren murmured, his tone distant, as if displeased by the idea. His eyes fell to the empty glass beside the general's plate before he filled it with water.
Zayden's smile faded when he noticed. "You don't seem very fond of that."
Ren hesitated before answering, "…I am not sure I like the idea of him getting too attached. What if he wants to stay there? You know… children can be very stubborn and…."
Zayden leaned back, his gaze softening. "You are the one always telling me 'he is a child', Ren. He is allowed to feel safe where he is cared for. And my brother is not the type who will turn him against us."
