'What the hell's her deal now?' Charles thought, sitting up a bit on the bed.
The tension with Kaira wasn't as heavy as it had been with Lira, but her behavior threw him off.
Kaira had plopped onto the bed with a confidence that caught him by surprise.
She sat cross-legged, like she owned the place, and every now and then leaned forward, subtly sniffing the air.
Charles frowned, noticing the movement.
'Is she… smelling something?' he thought, confused.
The faint burnt scent still clinging to his tunic seemed to draw her in, though she tried to play it off with a casual smile.
For a moment, he thought she'd speak up, given the energy she'd burst in with, but seconds ticked by and…
Nothing.
Kaira just kept repeating that odd sniffing action, making Nora's words about her weigh heavier in Charles's mind.
"Hey, Kaira," he said, his tone a mix of curiosity and caution. "What did you want to talk about? You said you had something to say, right?"
