The corridor outside the healing wing was brighter than either of them expected. After hours in that cool, dim room, the open air of the sect halls felt almost alive. Henut had allowed them to leave earlier in the morning, but they'd decided to stay longer and rest. And also have some time for themselves. Well, nothing much happened apart from kissing and cuddles. That was all.
Bahamut and Exildra stepped out together, their fingers interlocked. They were now in their sect uniforms with their crests fully displayed on them.
Exildra gripped Bahamut's hand so firmly that he could feel the strain on his hand. It was as if she were afraid he would disappear. An eyepatch sat neatly over her right eye, a clean strip of dark cloth tied behind her head. It didn't diminish her beauty but rather gave it a new depth. Her beauty was now sharper and special in a strange way.
