"Let's head back. You haven't had breakfast yet."
Yannis's voice was even, almost casual—like nothing had shifted between them.
Like the air hadn't turned cold.
Lara didn't answer right away.
She stood still, the wind brushing past her again, softer now, as if urging her to stay.
"I'll go later," she said after a pause. "You can head back first. I want to stay here a bit longer."
Yannis watched her.
Not openly. Not obviously.
But his gaze lingered just enough—measuring, searching, as if trying to read something she wasn't saying.
Or something she didn't even know herself.
In the end, he looked away first.
"…I'll wait over there."
He lifted a hand and pointed toward the entrance of the Narra forest—the narrow path they had just come through, now half-swallowed by shadows and trees.
A safe distance. Not too close. Not too far.
Of course, he did not want to go back without her and let that man ridicule him.
Lara gave a small nod. She didn't thank him and didn't stop him.
