As Jasmine Yale watched, she grew sleepy, holding the small gift tightly in one hand and placing the other on her stomach as she fell asleep.
Butler Santana covered her with a blanket and sighed softly.
...
The plane flew for a full eleven hours, and it was just as night had fallen when they arrived in Cakago.
It was already dark, the night sky hung low, and the moonlight shone through thin clouds onto the ground.
Cakago was bustling at this time of night, the streets full of noise.
It was a bit cold in the evening, and Jasmine Yale breathed into her hands to warm them as she and Butler Santana took a taxi to their rented apartment complex.
After being away for a few days, the complex looked the same as ever. It had essentially become Jasmine Yale's home. As the familiar feeling washed over her, warmth spread through her chest.
"Miss Yale, you must be tired. After dinner, have a bath and rest early," Butler Santana said, helping her take off her coat.
