As Elara and I continued to make our way toward the forest where we hoped to find Falara, we couldn't help but banter with a newfound lightness in our conversations. The days were filled not only with laughter but also tender moments as we grew closer, both physically and emotionally.
While traversing a particularly difficult mountain pass one day, I found myself narrowly avoiding a tumble down the steep incline. As I regained my footing, Elara called out teasingly, "Careful there, Azriel! It's too early for you to meet your maker now that we've finally made some progress!"
I shot her a playful grin, grateful for her unwavering humor even during the most trying times. "Don't worry," I assured her. "Death holds no dominion over me – or at least, not yet."
