[Sah'Rumeh Village — Continuation — Inside Healer's Hut — Night]
Moonlight spilled through the narrow windows of the healer's hut like liquid silver, bathing the quiet room in a gentle glow. The crackling hearth burned softly, and the scent of herbs lingered in the air.
And within that peaceful silence rested a scene that somehow made Levin's heart ease. Upon a bed of woven blankets lay Asha, sleeping soundly after days of chaos.
Curled comfortably atop her broad back was Lyresaph, his tiny silver-draconic form tucked into himself, blue eyes long closed in sleep. His silver scales shimmered faintly beneath the moonlight.
Neither moved and neither stirred.
And nearby... Zeramet in his silver serpent form remained coiled around two precious eggs. Ancient runes glowed faintly beneath his scales as warmth continuously flowed from his massive body into the fragile lives resting beneath him.
The future of Zahryssar and their children.
