With Martin's report finished and the treasures carefully transferred into the depths of her enchanted spatial room, Sienna-Rose stood beneath the muted light of the fading dusk, her gaze fixed on the red-glowing egg now safely suspended within her own unique containment, a spatial magic pocket shaped by her hands alone.
Her eyes lingered for a moment longer, as if listening to something only she could hear pulsing from within the shell, before she turned her head slightly and addressed her people with a calmness that belied the exhaustion lining her features.
"Once we're done with the monsters' remains, we head back home, gentlemen," she said, her voice still clear despite her ragged coat and mended arm.
She gave Sophia a soft look, the kind that spoke of unspoken trust. And then, without warning, her knees gave way and her body surrendered at last. She fell into Sophia's arms and into a sleep so deep, even her magic quieted.
