While Evangeline was still questioning whether she had made the right choice, especially when she wasn't confident that a simple story could soothe Hades's insomnia, Steward approached her quietly and spoke in a low, thoughtful whisper.
"We have many children's fairytales stored away," he said. "They're kept in the storage room marked with the crest of a pigeon."
Evangeline blinked and turned to him, momentarily taken aback. Hades had neither gestured nor given any instruction, which meant this quiet guidance came purely from Steward's own initiative. The realization settled gently in her chest, spreading a warmth she hadn't expected to feel in such a tense moment.
Touched by the older man's thoughtfulness, she offered him a small but genuine smile. "Then I should go there," she said, the resolve in her voice steadier than she felt.
