Raven moved as quietly as he could, each step carefully placed on the soft carpet beneath his feet. The room was dim, bathed in a soft glow from the setting sun, but he knew exactly where everything was.
The quiet was comforting, but it also made him overly conscious of every small sound he made, even though the thick carpet did a good job of muffling his movements.
He made his way toward the bed, his eyes landing on Seraphina's still form. She was curled up, resting peacefully. Her breathing was slow and steady, her chest rising and falling in a calm rhythm that soothed his own nerves a little.
For a brief second, Raven hesitated, unsure whether to wake her or let her continue sleeping. He'd been looking forward to seeing her, imagining her purple eyes lighting up at the sight of him. But she looked so at peace right now, her face relaxed, lips parted slightly in sleep, that he didn't want to disturb her.
