"I'm returning to my room. Don't disturb me until I come out," Adyr said, turning on his heel. He walked back toward the mansion with calm, unhurried steps. Just before stepping inside, he paused and glanced at Vesha.
"Can you have someone prepare a meal for me?"
The last thing he had eaten was a couple of canned rations, right after the Cannibal fight, or perhaps after bullying him, and now the empty hollow in his stomach was starting to gnaw at him.
"Sure," Vesha nodded gently.
She didn't question his decision, but the others watching him did, silently. Even if he chose not to fight, they had at least expected him to show some gesture of support. Instead, he'd simply turned away and asked for food.
It didn't reflect the typical traits of an Astra Path.
Of course, no one voiced their dissatisfaction. No one could force him into this battle, and logically, no sane outsider would throw themselves into such danger. Still… the disappointment lingered.
