The helicopter lifted smoothly from the helipad, its white exterior gleaming under the soft light of the Dragon Empire's twilight sky. Pyris leaned back into his seat, his hand resting gently on Alexa, who was curled up against his chest.
The golden strands of her hair shimmered in the fading light, and her Divine presence seemed to wrap them both in a protective cocoon.
The mission to the Sunstone Empire demanded his full attention, and the stakes were higher than ever.
Alexa shifted slightly, her head resting more comfortably against Pyris's shoulder, her eyes half-closed. Though her presence was calm, Pyris knew she harbored her own burdens—family troubles she had yet to fully confide in him.
Whatever they were planning, she kept them at bay, not wanting to involve him until absolutely necessary. Pyris stroked her hair gently, his fingers moving with a blend of grace, affection, and understanding.
