A little while later, we find ourselves back in the dining room. Morning sunlight filters lazily through the tall windows, spilling golden light across the tables and floor. The scent of sizzling meat and fresh bread drifts through the air, warm and comforting.
We order a big breakfast.
Hearty and satisfying, just the way we like it.
Today it's Filoan bird sausages, thick, juicy links grilled to perfection, and omelettes made from the bird's massive eggs. I'm talking one egg per omelette. The thing would takes up the whole plate. Easily over a thousand calories, probably more.
By the time the food arrives, I'm already leaning forward in anticipation.
And then… I pause.
Because Lily is the one bringing the tray over.
She sets it down in front of us with her usual bright smile, but there's something in her eyes, something soft, a little bittersweet. She lingers for just a second longer than usual.
I glance down at my plate…
And that's when I see it.
