The scene continued by alternating between Kael and Sylphie's rest and the emotional disaster forming beneath the roots.
The small house remained silent while Kael and Sylphie rested together on the sofa, protected by a peace that seemed impossible after everything that had happened. Sylphie continued lying across his lap, partially covered by the thin blanket, while Kael slowly ran his fingers through her long white hair. Neither of them felt any need to keep talking at that moment. The important explanations had been given, the oldest wounds had been acknowledged, and now only the tangible presence both of them had waited far too long for remained.
