The soft amber light of dawn filtered through the small window, painting the wooden walls of our room in warm hues. The stillness of the morning was accompanied by the faint chirping of birds outside—a rare tranquility after days filled with battles and treks through dense forests. My senses stirred awake, not to the clang of weapons or the growls of monsters, but to the unfamiliar weight pressed against my side.
Groggily, I turned my head, blinking the haze from my vision. My crimson eyes focused on Lunara, nestled close against me. Catching the faint morning light like spun moonlight. Her expression was serene, free of the guarded calm she usually wore. Her lips were parted slightly, and her soft, steady breaths that was quite rhythmic.
