Dinner was actually rather delicious. However, Dakota seemed to be the only one who was thinking solely about eating.
Nila and Everett were picking at their plates, eating in small bites so as not to disturb their deep thoughts.
Giselle and Yari were still staring at each other, and they hadn't looked away for over ten minutes.
Lioraeth was busy drinking wine as she held Everett's hand.
Leaving Solomon with no real idea of what he should do other than pray that there wouldn't be another blow-up.
His wish was granted, though not in the manner in which he would have preferred.
For the first time since sitting down, Giselle looked away from Yari and instead glanced at the man who sat beside her.
"...Solomon, right..? You are the Albazian, the child of the Shaman King."
"I am indeed." He responded in a solemn voice.
"You seem to be... rather close to my sister. I have never known Yari to allow anyone to tend to her wounds as you did just now."
