After what felt like hours of overwhelming emotion, Shellia finally collapsed onto her bed, eyes half-shut, still trembling slightly from the mental storm she'd endured. For once, she allowed herself to simply rest, letting her body sink into the comfort of her room—though the echoes of her past still lingered faintly in the corners.
Outside her chamber, the household of spirits, tamed beasts, and trusted companions gathered quietly. Orielle's flames flickered gently, Sylas adjusted his frost aura to a soft, ambient chill, and Yuki perched comfortably on a ledge, his small form barely making a ripple in the dim light. Orryn, still in his chibi form for convenience, padded silently beside them.
[Yuki: "Finally… she's resting. Let's keep it quiet, okay?"]
[Orielle: "Quiet is relative. I can't stop the heat from tingling in my magic."]
[Sylas: "We'll manage. No unnecessary activity."]
[Orryn: "I can make it quieter… if everyone behaves."]
