Kyva's pulse quickened at the sight of them.
She could see it in her eyes— the recognition, the disbelief… and the questions that would surely follow their shock. Her fingers curled into fists at her side, the tension coiling quietly beneath her calm exterior. It felt strangely satisfying to see that look on their faces, after what they had done, after leaving her to die in that forsaken place.
Truthfully, she had not even thought they would make it out either.
Her gaze lingered on them a moment longer than necessary, steady and unflinching, as if silently returning the weight of what had passed between them back in the jungle.
Vera glared harder.
And Cassian noticed.
Without drawing attention, he shifted a fraction closer, his presence calm and grounding. That simple gesture made the siblings know Kyva was not alone, and a flicker passed between them.
In the end, they said nothing.
