I woke up to Azryth's hand still in my hair and the quiet sounds of someone moving around in the common area.
His breathing was steady, relaxed, already awake but not moving.
"Morning," I said against his chest.
"Morning." His fingers shifted slightly, not pulling away. "Sleep well?"
"Yes, better than I expected after yesterday."
"...Void stayed in the corridor throughout the night."
"Good." I tilted my head to look at him. "It should."
His eyes met mine, and the binding hummed between us…content, settled, both of us present after days of separation.
I shifted closer, one leg sliding over his, and his hand moved from my hair to my waist.
"You held your ground yesterday," he said quietly. "And the creature backed down."
"Doesn't mean I'm ready to forgive it."
"No," he agreed. "Not yet."
I pressed closer, feeling the warmth of him through the thin fabric separating us.
His hand tightened on my waist.
"We should probably get up," I said, not moving.
"Probably."
