Trellis made his way to the kitchen, his footsteps nearly silent in the dimly lit halls. His mind was heavy with the weight of recent events- the newfound loyalty of some of his people, the looming battles, and the fact that Max Griffin had officially switched sides. His muscles ached for the solace of the training grounds, but tonight, his thoughts demanded more than brute force could offer. Reaching the kitchen, he set about brewing himself some tea, hoping the rhythmic task would calm his nerves. The soft sound of boiling water was a temporary balm, though he couldn’t shake the tension simmering beneath his skin.

As the steam rose from his cup, Trellis leaned against the counter, staring into the swirl of liquid, his grip tightening momentarily. The stillness of the kitchen felt like a reprieve from the chaos outside, but it did little to quiet the storm of uncertainty within. He had come so far, but the path ahead was fraught with uncertainty. Taking a slow sip, he allowed the warmth to settle in his chest, though his gaze remained distant, lost in thought as he quietly wrestled with the expectations placed upon him and the doubt that gnawed at his resolve.