Favian slowly opened his eyes, the haze of sleep gradually lifting. The first thing he noticed was the warm and steady rise and fall of Zadkiel's chest beside him. The Sorcerer was peacefully asleep, his features softened in repose. Favian couldn't help but marvel at the tranquillity that enveloped the room.
As he continued to observe Zadkiel, Favian felt a peculiar warmth spreading through his chest. He found himself captivated by the serene expression on Zadkiel's face, a stark contrast to the challenges they had faced together. The sorcerer's presence had become a source of comfort in the tumultuous journey they had embarked upon.
However, as Favian became increasingly aware of his lingering gaze, he abruptly coughed a deliberate sound to rouse Zadkiel without revealing its true reason. The sudden noise stirred Zadkiel, his eyes slowly fluttering open.
