Morning arrived quietly.
Sunlight filtered through the inn's windows, carrying the smell of bread and something fried in oil. They gathered around a round table near the corner, bowls and plates laid out, with steam rising lazily as the town outside began to wake.
At first, everything felt normal.
Then Sel noticed it
Bahamut and Exildra spoke differently now; short glances that lingered a moment too long. Their conversations flowed without effort. Exildra leaned closer when she spoke, her tone was softer, and more open. Bahamut listened more than usual, the faintest smile refusing to leave his face.
'So we were right... They are a thing now,' Sel thought.
In no time, everyone else noticed, but no one said a thing.
Ren sat on the table, chewing thoughtfully on piece of bread, his eyes flicking between the two before nodding to himself like he'd already solved the mystery.
