Vesta looks between the two of them, one eyebrow raised. Whatever conclusion she comes to, she keeps to herself, offering only a small shrug as she slips into a seat and tugs Zukar down beside her.

Her nails tap idly against the table as her gaze shifts to Storm.

“I see your shadow isn’t clinging to you today.” Her head tilts, just slightly. “Not that I’m complaining. She kind of creeps me out, if I’m being honest.”

She leans back, settling in, then turns her attention to Stella.

“So, Stella,” she says, her voice lighter now. “Are you new to Volaire? I don’t recall seeing you before.”

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