[Third Person].
An hour later…
The dining room was set, this time for three.
Meredith sat beside her grandmother, while Draven took the seat across from them, totally abandoning the head table.
The atmosphere was warm, quieter than usual, yet filled with a comfort that settled naturally between them.
The meal began. And almost immediately, Meredith reached for a dish and placed food onto her grandmother's plate.
"You should eat more of this," she said. "It's fresh."
Before her grandmother could respond, Meredith added something else. "And this too."
Across the table, Draven watched. Then, without a word, he mirrored her actions—placing food onto her plate just as steadily.
But Meredith barely noticed. Her attention remained fixed on her grandmother.
"Grandma, you've lost weight," Meredith continued. "You need to eat properly while you are here."
Her grandmother smiled faintly, the soft glow in her white eyes reflecting something deeper than sight.
