Arpious tilted her head up just enough to glance at Runa, her crimson eyes soft with affection. "You deserve this too. Don't think I've forgotten how long you waited for me."
Runa's smile grew tender as she pressed a light kiss to Arpious's forehead. "Then rest for both of us, my fierce scythe-wielding warrior."
With a satisfied sigh, Arpious nuzzled closer, her fingers gently gripping the fabric of Runa's robe. The rhythmic rise and fall of Runa's chest was a comforting lullaby, and the faint scent of herbs and magic that always lingered around her filled Arpious's senses.
The two lay there, wrapped in each other's warmth, their breathing gradually syncing. The room, bathed in soft golden light, felt like a haven—timeless and untouched by the world outside.
