Yuna smiled softly, a quiet sense of relief warming her chest.
Earlier that night, she had wanted to join Ethan and the others when they were drinking by the bonfire, but she stopped herself.
Her position was still unclear, her status fragile. She was a guest, a hostage, and a potential liability all at once. She did not want to overstep.
She never expected Ethan to come to her room instead.
The door had opened without ceremony, and Ethan had stepped inside carrying a half-full bottle of wine.
At first, Yuna thought she was imagining it, her nerves playing tricks on her.
But when he placed the bottle on the table and reached for a second glass, reality settled in.
Ethan poured the wine carefully into two glasses, filling them just enough.
He handed one to Yuna. She accepted it with both hands and took a slow, cautious sip, the warmth spreading through her body.
"I didn't expect you to defect from Redemption Sword," Ethan said calmly.
