"I feel the same," Kith said quietly.
"Let's observe her a bit longer," Aviel added, his brows faintly drawn. Even he could tell—something about the little one was off today. She was usually so lively.
Sal carried the child back inside and gently laid her beside Nina.
The moment she touched her mother, the little one instinctively curled into Nina's arms, nestling close.
"Do you want a few more sips of milk?" Sal asked softly. "If you don't drink, you'll be hungry later."
From the side, Odian glanced at the still nearly full bottle, his gaze questioning.
She didn't drink?
Sal gave a small nod. "Only two sips."
Odian's expression tightened slightly. He leaned closer, his voice gentle.
"Why don't you want to drink today?"
The little one shook her head weakly. "Don't… want…"
Her tiny fingers clutched Nina's clothes as her eyelids drooped shut again.
She was so tired.
A shadow of concern darkened Odian's eyes.
Something wasn't right.
