The moment didn’t last as long as they both would have liked.
The truce was real, yes, but also fragile, held together only by the stillness of that room and the momentary illusion that the world could wait. Lissana was the first to break it. Not because she wanted to pull away, but because she had learned”too well”that the gentlest moments often preceded the hardest decisions.
She slowly sat up on the bed. The movement reminded her of the weight of her body, the lingering fatigue, the reality she could no longer ignore. She took a deep breath, letting the air fill her lungs, as if she needed to ground herself in the present before standing up completely.
“We must inform Cassiel,” she finally said. And Leriana.
Her voice was firm, but not harsh. It was the voice of someone who had acce
