The cave was eerily quiet, the only sound the gentle drip of water echoing off the stone walls. Everyone settled in, their nerves frayed but subdued by the calm atmosphere. Mercury, as usual, took charge, her sharp eyes scanning the surroundings before she made her decision.
"We'll be here for hours, might as well make this place comfortable."
She raised her hands, and with a flick of her wrist, she used her water control to create a small, shimmering lake in the center of the cave. The water was clear, rippling softly under the low light. It looked inviting.
Milo, watching her with quiet admiration, suddenly felt a surge of inspiration. Without thinking it through, he stepped forward, his fairies fluttering around him. His hands lifted instinctively, and as he focused on the lake, a soft glow began to spread from his fairies' wings, dancing over the water.
He didn't know exactly what he was doing, just that he wanted to add something—something to help.
