Sera brought the unconscious Aether to her room, gently closing the door behind her as if afraid to disturb the silence that surrounded them and laid him on her bed.
Her breath slowed and softened the moment she laid eyes on his peaceful, serene face. He looked so calm, so beautiful, as if untouched by the chaos they'd just been through.
That face… so still, so angelic, yet carrying the weight of everything they had endured. It was almost cruel how handsome he looked while making her heart suffer.
She pouted, eyes narrowing in frustration and affection, "You really know how to make me worry, you stubborn bastard!" She gritted her teeth.
Only she knew the sheer terror that had pulsed through her when she saw his hand—unhealed, twisted, broken, lifeless.
Speaking of his hand… she leaned in, eyes focused as her heart fluttered. She reached for his fingers, trembling slightly, and stared at them with deep intensity.
They were whole... Flawless.
