The soft light of dawn seeped through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over Emelia's peaceful face.
I paused at the door, allowing myself a moment to just watch her sleep, a rare slice of tranquillity in our bustling sanctuary life.
It was these quiet moments that I treasured most, a reminder of why we fought so hard to protect this place, this semblance of normalcy.
Stepping closer, I brushed a stray lock of hair from her forehead, my touch light, not wanting to startle her awake.
"Emelia," I whispered, my voice laced with the warmth of a brother's love.
Her eyelids fluttered, a soft sigh escaping her as she stirred, the corners of her mouth turning up in a sleepy smile.
"Good morning, Luke," she mumbled, her voice groggy with sleep.
Her arms stretched above her head, a small yawn breaking through her lips.
