Callisa's wide carapace was like a giant, floating plateau. Asher sat with a straight back, feeling the slight warmth emanating from her shell. The gentle bobbing motion was hypnotic, making him wonder why he hadn't indulged her more often.
Every now and then, he could feel a tendril of her emotions intertwine with his— relief, joy, worry — all mixed into one.
Ever since she saw him awake, she had insisted and made him sit atop her.
Others might think her insistence on him sitting atop her was just an act of endearment, but it was also her way of ensuring he was truly well.
Callisa's bulbous eyes blinked slowly, as she keenly listened to the discussion going on between Ceti, Merina, and Isola settled next to Asher, all atop her carapace.
The gentle luminescence of the magical environment around them gave the scene an almost dreamlike quality.
