Kent leaned against the thick trunk of a tree, his sharp gaze fixed on the woman before him. The moonlight filtering through the dense foliage bathed her in an ethereal glow, accentuating the strange mix of exhaustion and determination in her eyes.
"Maybe not now," she murmured, her voice laced with quiet conviction. "But I will definitely go back... I have to."
Kent's eyes narrowed slightly. Something in her tone—something unspoken—made his instincts tingle. He studied her carefully, his mind racing through the implications of her words.
"Go back where?" he asked, keeping his voice neutral.
She met his gaze, unwavering. "To Kulu Nation."
Kent remained silent for a moment, letting the words settle between them. There was more to this than she was admitting, but he decided not to press—at least, not yet. Instead, he shifted the conversation.
"Do you have family waiting for you there?"
