Chapter 97: Safe Hands
Aria’s POV:
The morning light filtered through the trees, casting a warm glow over the Shaman’s dwelling. Lyraeus and I sat outside, side by side, on a wooden bench. The air was crisp and fresh, filled with the scent of wildflowers and the gentle hum of nature. It felt like the perfect setting for a much-needed conversation after the tumultuous events of the past few days.
Lyraeus was still pale, but his eyes were bright and alert. He had woken up that morning, his first words a soft whisper of my name. Relief had washed over me like a wave, and I had held him close, grateful beyond words that he was back with me. Now, we sat together, trying to make sense of everything that had happened.
“How are you feeling?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
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