As they walked through the eerily silent woods, Yara was grateful for the slower pace, allowing her to collect her thoughts. The intensity of their earlier encounter still lingered, but she focused on the rhythmic sound of their steps, grounding herself in the present moment.
When Basilisk mentioned her brother, her heart tightened. The memory of Eirik was a painful one, but she appreciated the distraction from the unsettling quiet of the forest. "Yes, my brother Eirik," she began, her voice soft and tinged with sadness. "He was kidnapped when we were younger."
She took a deep breath, the cool night air filling her lungs. "We were close, and losing him was one of the hardest things I've ever faced. I've been searching for any sign of him ever since, but it's been a long time."
Her eyes flickered with a mix of hope and sorrow. "I still hold on to the hope that he's out there somewhere, alive." She glanced at Basilisk, appreciating the opportunity to share a piece of her past.
