The morning after the quiet, tender moment between Celestia and Adrian felt like a turning point, though the camp around them remained unchanged. The constant hum of soldiers moving about, preparing for what lay ahead, was still ever-present, but something had shifted within Celestia. There was an undeniable weight lifted from her shoulders, the pressure of secrecy and unspoken feelings finally set free.
It was a small relief, but in a world at war, even the smallest of comforts felt like the difference between survival and despair.
