"Have you seen Nyla?" Hadley asked, pushing a plate toward him.
Eric pulled out a chair and settled in, taking a slow sip of his coffee. "She wasn't feeling well, so she went back upstairs. Kira's bringing her breakfast later."
Hadley nodded, though a flicker of doubt crossed her eyes.
Nyla had seemed fine just moments ago. Perhaps she was still feeling the effects of her recovery, or maybe she was simply exhausted from attending to her flowers.
Hadley sat across from Eric, unsure of how to begin. "Um..."
Before she could speak, Eric reached across the table and held something up to her.
"What?"
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