The room remained shrouded in darkness, lit only by the timid reflection of the moon shining through the cracks in the window. The night breeze crept in slowly, carrying with it the freshness of dawn and mingling with the sweet smell of alcohol and the faint perfume that still lingered in the air.
On the wide bed, Irelia, Amelia, and Sylphie lay sprawled like children after a long game, overcome by the exhaustion of drunkenness. Their bodies were relaxed, their faces flushed and serene, but their lips continued to murmur, as if even in their dreams they refused to release their feelings.
"...Kael...don't go alone..." Irelia whispered, her brow furrowed, as if the pain of having him away permeated even the world of dreams.
Amelia, turned on her side, hugged the pillow tightly, as if it were the last link of safety. Her trembling voice escaped between sighs: "...we are strong... you don't have to carry everything..."
