Elian was led into a quiet, warm, private dining space, the warm candles exuding sweet scents into the air, making him feel instantly relaxed.
The room was simple: a round table at the center, a few chairs around it, and the white curtains neatly pulled to the side to let sunlight into the beautiful dining space.
"This is my dining room. Sit, food will be served soon," Cassian gently pulled out a chair for Elian, nodding at him.
Elian could not suddenly refuse; he had already followed him in there.
"Thank you," he said as he lowered himself into the chair.
"You're welcome," Cassian replied, moving toward the door as someone knocked from the outside.
"Thank you, Patricia," Cassian said to the young woman as he took the tray of food from her.
He turned, carefully walking back to the table to place the food tray in front of Elian.
