Ace's POV
Ovelia rested against me, her breathing slow and even as the night wrapped around us like a comforting blanket. I gently wrapped my arm around her waist, ensuring she wouldn't slip from the saddle. I wasn't sure how she could sleep while riding, but I figured the late hour and exhaustion had finally caught up to her. The first light of dawn was still a few hours away, and the forest was quiet except for the rhythmic clopping of hooves.
I'd noticed a strange scent coming from Ovelia's pocket for a while now—something I'd never smelled before. My curiosity grew as I glanced down and saw a faint glow from her pocket. Suddenly, the fabric rustled and stirred, rousing Ovelia from her sleep.
"Ace?" she murmured, her voice a sleepy melody.
"Is something wrong?" I asked, concern threading my tone.
