Seram raised an eyebrow, glancing at his mother who had just rejoined the room with a satisfied smile. "You've been talking to her, that's how she is.." He chuckled under his breath. "She always has her way of making things work."
"She's not the only one with power in this family, I guess.." Silke replied, his smile softening as he stepped closer.
The others were mostly quiet, the eldest still simmering with frustration, and Siran was lounging against a chair, not looking like he cared about the family drama one way or another.
Seram's eyes met his, a silent understanding passing between them. He extended a hand, and Silke took it without hesitation, feeling the comforting warmth of his touch. It was a reminder of what was real, what mattered, the bond they shared that no family could easily break.
Silke glanced at Tyra, who was now watching them with a faint smile. She nodded subtly, approving of the quiet connection between the two men.
