[Martel was back. And regardless of whatever selfishness Sayo had scraped up within her, one thing was sure—she was undeniably happy that she'd returned. Mithos is happy. His sister is here. Of course, she had half-prepared herself weeks prior to this possibility.

He couldn't stay forever, Sayo. You knew this.

She smiles softly to herself, tying the knot atop a boxy frame in the kitchen. Lunch. She's... going to miss making three plates; when Mithos returns to the room, Martel still away--putting things away more than likely--

she turns and smiles, masking the bittersweetness of it like she was so criminally good at.]

Everything almost ready, Mithos?

[She doesn't motion to the lunches tied on the counter. Just two of them. But her hand rests gently on one as she speaks, sounding content with herself.]

Your leg isn't bothering you, is it? I know you've been moving around a lot this morning...