The silence stretched between the four of them as Yuki and Felicity stood frozen with eyes locked across the guild's entrance, the air between them crackling with unspoken accusations, guilt, and grief that had festered in their hearts for a month.
"Felicity—" Isaac spoke with a gentleness in his deeplvoice.
But Lyra moved first. She stepped between them hoping to navigate away from this dangerous encounter of emotional confrontation.
"Not here," Lyra said firmly, her voice cutting through the tension in the air. "Whatever needs to be said, we're not doing it in the middle of the guild where everyone can watch like it's entertainment."
She gestured toward an empty table in the corner, away from prying eyes and gossiping hunters.
"Sit. All of you. Now."
