Miriam fell silent the moment she heard Timothy's words.
For some reason, she understood exactly what he meant.
It reminded her of his mother and sister leaving.
She turned, only to find Timothy staring at her with a questioning look.
Panicking slightly, she quickly said,
"Water. Water will do."
Timothy nodded and retrieved a cold bottle of water, handing it to her before returning to the kitchen counter.
He preferred it there, it gave him a clear view of Gray, and Miriam seemed like she needed space.
He waited patiently as she took a sip.
Once she seemed more at ease, he settled on the counter, quietly watching Gray devour the monster carcass.
Miriam, meanwhile, subtly stood up.
With her cap pulled low over her face, she approached the kitchen.
She wasn't trying to be sneaky, but somehow, she ended up that way.
Timothy merely watched as she drew closer, stopping at the counter that separated the living room from the kitchen.
