Arpious gave a small nod, her lips curling into a fond smile. "I am."
Elara's eyes softened, but she didn't say more, the peace of the moment too delicate to disturb. Arpious waved her hand slightly, signaling that they should continue their night. Elara returned to reading, her son snuggling closer to her, comforted by the presence of his mother.
Arpious, sensing the quiet family moment was something she shouldn't intrude on further, quietly withdrew from the room. She made her way back downstairs, her steps slow as the soft sounds of Elara's voice continued to drift down the hall.
Reaching the dining room, Arpious sank into a chair with a sigh, the weight of her travels and battles settling into her bones. The room was quiet, the flickering light from a lantern casting shadows on the walls. She felt safe here, surrounded by the familiar warmth of Elara's home.
