Isiah, oblivious to his own exhaustion, settled near the door of the room. Despite the undeniable tiredness, he stubbornly refused to admit defeat.
He convinced himself that a brief closure of his eyes was all he needed, expecting to open them again shortly. However, the lure of sleep proved stronger, and Isiah drifted into slumber, his body succumbing to the rest he had been denying himself.
As the night enveloped them, all were lost in slumber. It wasn't until the late hours that Lexie finally stirred, her eyes slowly opening. She had been asleep for the better part of the evening, her body craving and finally savoring the rest it so desperately needed.
With a quiet tenderness, Lexie summoned a blanket, gently covering both Ciel and Eijar as they peacefully slept.
Her fingers brushed over Ciel's golden hair, a bittersweet smile gracing her face, carrying an unspoken melancholy within the warmth of the moment.
