Confusion swirled within me like a thick fog, my consciousness teetering on the edge of darkness. Slowly, the world came back into focus, and I found myself enveloped in Zephara's arms, her body battered and bruised from our battle. A strange sensation lingered on my lips, a ghostly pressure that seemed both foreign and intimately familiar.
My cheeks warmed with a sudden flush as I touched my lips, the memory of that pressure igniting a spark of realization. Zephara's gaze met mine, her eyes shining with relief and something deeper, something that made my heart skip a beat.
"You seem to have finally come back to yourself," Zephara said, her voice a melody of joy and weariness, a smile gracing her lips despite the evident pain she was in.
"Did you kiss me?" The question tumbled out before I could stop it, my voice a mix of curiosity and something akin to hope.
