The towering structures of the church of Elaris rise around me, their spires entwined with the sprawling branches of the colossal sacred tree. This is the largest temple dedicated to Elaris in the entire kingdom, an awe-inspiring place that feels steeped in an ancient, almost forgotten reverence. I step off the carriage, my boots crunching softly on the gravel path, and then turn to help Noelle down. His hand slips into mine, and despite the familiarity of the gesture, the softness of his touch still sends warmth through me.