[ Matthias glances at her when she sits, assessing whether she seems local or another poor soul coughed out by the eggs. A pair of eyes watches Lys from under the table, one bright blue, the other dark, mottled brown, belonging to the shape of a large wolf. ]
There must be.
[ Her stomach has rumbled. This isn't his usual time with Nina — she doesn't always share the lunch hour, and so his plate is still untouched. Matthias' expression softens in sympathy: they are all lost and hungry. ]
2.
There must be.
[ Her stomach has rumbled. This isn't his usual time with Nina — she doesn't always share the lunch hour, and so his plate is still untouched. Matthias' expression softens in sympathy: they are all lost and hungry. ]
For now, it is this.