Meanwhile.
Certain places in the Human Nation.
"Fayna?"
"Hmm? Yes? Falce?" Fayna glanced up from her breakfast, her fork pausing mid-air as she turned to look at Falce across the table.
Falce leaned forward slightly, resting her elbows on the table as she studied Fayna's face. "What's with you? You've been lost in thought all morning. Something on your mind?"
"N... nothing." Fayna forced a smile, looked back down, and poked at her breakfast with her fork, pushing the food around her plate without eating.
"Really? Nothing? You sure?" Rasya tilted her head, her brow furrowing as she set her cup down. "You've barely touched your food."
"Yeah. You've been staring at your plate since the food arrived," Deliza added, dabbing her lips with a napkin as she finished the last bite of her breakfast.
