Breakfast unfolded with an almost deceptive calm. The garden seemed to expand around them, alive and attentive, as if listening to every word. The crystalline trees raised their translucent crowns, letting light fall over the table like golden dust. Among the blooming vines, small winged creatures moved silently, drawn by the aroma of ripe fruit and freshly baked bread.
Lissana sat next to Eren. The morning light highlighted the dark chestnut tones of her hair, which fell loosely over her shoulders, and made her golden eyes shine, warm and attentive. There was a new serenity in her, that of someone who has faced fear and emerged from it with a firm resolve.
Eren, beside her, seemed more awake than ever. His elven features, serene and angular, softened when he looked at her. Arkala loomed
