Chapter 412. Troubled Love

Lexcis Aeden Revia

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"Nothing." She straightens her back and strolls towards Mera again, but a second later she's cursing again.

"Something's absolutely wrong."

"It will be if you keep saying that."

Oh. Oh, someone's cranky. Zave and I share a troubled look; her extreme mood swings today have been confusing, to say the least.

"I brought croissants," Mera smiles.

"Brought or made?" Chantel questions.

"Made. At least, I tried to, but I managed to burn them so Madam Eira helped me."

V enters the room of the hospital wing, seconds after Mera, clutching a pitcher filled with what resembles orange juice. Laurence is holding all the glasses in his hands, and Aldric's bringing in the plates. Caen is following behind, carrying nothing; he's not helping them at all. Darius and Zillah join Caen by not helping either.