// Flynt knew Seph hadn’t had the privilege to experience the world to its fullest potential, being locked up for years, but not to this extent. The ship chef had prepared pancakes for the first time in a while. First time since Seph joined them. The harpy hybrid sat at the large table, munching down pancakes loaded with cream and strawberry jam. She had never had them before. Flynt watched, smiling and sipping coffee from his favorite old pint mug. //

// He had always been super fatherly to her, acting like a dad for the orphaned harpy kid. //