The soft light of dawn filtered through the thin fabric of the tent, casting a golden glow over everything inside.
The jungle outside was slowly waking up, with distant bird calls and the rustling of leaves filling the air.
Inside the main tent, Gray stirred first.
He had slept lightly, as always, his body used to staying alert even during rest.
Seraph was still curled up against him, her head resting on his chest, with one arm wrapped around his waist, and her legs tangled with his.
Gray tried to gently shift out from under her, intending to get up and prepare for the final day. But the moment he moved, Seraph's grip tightened.
"Ummnghh..." She let out a soft, sleepy whine and pulled him back down, burying her face deeper into his chest.
"Don't go yet…" she mumbled, her voice still heavy with sleep.
Her pure silver hair was messy, spread across his shirt like a silver curtain. She pouted in a spoiling manner, her eyes still closed as she nuzzled closer.
