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Mikhail simply observed as both Fatima and the white haired female worked in the kitchen, most likely doing something for Faeril for when she woke up. Despite being surrounded by strangers in a strange house and a clearly... less than friendly atmosphere going on, as the time passed, Mikhail's posture started getting a bit more... relaxed and comfortable. Even though it was just a tiny bit, his stare wasn't as cold and penetrating anymore. Still sharp, but it was a bit more... friendly. Maybe it was Fatima's kindness and cheerfulness, or maybe how she mentioned he was her 'friend' but it was clear that [I]something[/I] was making him feel more comfortable, going as far as to make him let out a discreet smirk and chuckle when Gen plucked the kitchen utensils from Fatima's hands, claiming the kitchen as his territory.

Apparently, much for everyone's luck, the scene that had just happened with Gen and Fatima seemed to lighten up the mood [I]a lot[/I], making even the other warriors who were incredibly hostile just a moment before laugh. When one of the Eyrien brothers explained their relationship with Faeril, despite not being that unlikely, something made Mikhail feel that there was a bit more happening there than just old family friends. He didn't know exactly what or who was the central piece for that puzzle though.

[color=6ecff6][I]"It doesn't matter anyways... At least not for now..."[/I][/color] Mikhail thought to himself, forcing his mind to be a bit more at ease. That cheerful atmosphere was indeed cozy and almost... homely. Despite what could be happening behind the scenes, those who were living on that house really looked like a family.

Slowly but surely, the delicious smell of herbs and food was starting to fill the kitchen again. In contrast with the smell of burnt pancakes and the tense atmosphere from a moment ago, it was certainly a welcome smell.

[color=6ecff6]"The smell... its delicious."[/color] Mikhail commented in a rather low voice with a discreet smile.