Round 5

Silra's voice cuts through the tension like a knife. "Enough," she says, stepping between Jeane and Hera before things can escalate further. Her hand catches Jeane's wrist in an iron grip—no one defies her when she's like this. The kitten mewls again, louder now, its unnatural stillness more apparent than ever. Abby watches silently from the doorway, her eyes wide with barely concealed anxiety.

"Hera," Silra continues, her voice low and measured, "I understand your concern. But trust me when I say we have this under control." She glances back at Jeane, a flicker of something unreadable in her teal eyes. "Don't we?"