The door creaked open softly as Zakar stepped into the room, his face was sour. Dust clung faintly to his clothes, and there was a dull stiffness in the way he moved, as though every step reminded him of battles his body had not fully recovered from.
Myia was already on her feet before she even realized it, relief flashing across her face so quickly it almost went unnoticed before it hardened into something sharper.
"You've been gone for a whole day," she said, her voice rising despite her attempt to control it, her emotions spilling out unevenly. She stepped closer, her eyes scanning him quickly, searching for injuries, for explanations, for anything that would make sense of his absence. "Do you even realize how long that is? Anything could have happened. We thought—" She cut herself off, frustration overtaking whatever softer words had tried to form. "Where were you?"
Zakar didn't answer.
