A brilliant fire

"Why do you say that?" Vera asked softly, her tone gentle but inquisitive. "You're so natural with them. I mean, look at Eryx — he's already smitten with you," she added with a warm smile as the little boy clung to Efret's arm.
Before Efret could reply, Vera walked toward the kitchen cabinets, her enthusiasm for the golden milk undimmed. "And don't worry about the ingredients," she said with a chuckle, pulling out the spices one by one. "Mom and Dad love cooking, so the pantry is always stocked. We've got milk, turmeric, cinnamon, black pepper, and honey right here."
As she set everything on the counter, Vera turned back to Efret, her expression softening. "You'd make such a great mom, you know. The way you connect with them… it's special." She glanced at Eryx and Yvaine with a smile before looking back at Efret. "I think anyone would be lucky to have you as their parent."
Her voice was steady, but the sincerity in her words was unmistakable.