"Ah, thanks for the meal," Rowan said, finally setting the cup down.
"You're welcome," Mira replied.
Rowan felt a strange heaviness in his chest as he looked at Mira.
"Rowan," she said softly, "don't worry. You'll be leaving this place soon and going back home. This place… it isn't safe anymore."
"Why?" Rowan asked, frowning.
"When you were unconscious, something happened," Mira replied. "And because of that, staying here is no longer safe. We'll be leaving soon."
Rowan looked at her quietly. "I see."
Mira turned toward the door. "I'm going to speak with your father. We should leave as soon as possible."
"Alright," Rowan replied.
As she stepped out of the room, Rowan leaned back against the bed and exhaled.
"So… we're really leaving already," he murmured to himself. "If Mom decided it, then it's settled. Once she makes up her mind, even Dad can't change it."
He gave a small, tired smile.
"She really is the one in charge."
Then his expression slowly grew serious.
