Aizel returned to the Xelgar as the sun dipped below the horizon, leaving behind a warm, golden light.
After his training session with Alora, Aizel felt both tired and satisfied, so he went to the inn to relax.
The happy giggling of kids echoed as he walked in.
Aizel rested for a time, then went to the kitchen of the inn to make a quick dinner. The sounds of clinking silverware and a crackling fire joined the delicious scents of spices and meat cooking over low heat.
Suddenly, he felt a soft pull on his heart. Small arms curled around his knees, enveloping him in a familiar warmth and directing his gaze downward on Emma.
Aizel's hand rested on Emma's head; his fingers gently brushed against her silky hair, a soothing caress that conveyed his deep affection.
