"Haa." Adrian exhaled as he appeared back in the room, his eyes landing on Querella sleeping comfortably on the bed, the massaging bag still wrapped around her.
She looked peaceful, almost fragile in that moment. There wasn't a single trace of worry or tension on her face, a rare sight for someone who carried such weight.
She had been shouldering everything alone for far too long, never once allowing herself to rely on anyone, not after all the betrayals she had endured across both lives.
She had given her childhood and her youth to this world, to its people, all to help build a place where others could live in peace.
She never wished for some grand, advanced civilization. Just a shelter and three meals a day. Was that really so much to ask?
Could they not have simply let her live her life? Could they not have stayed away, leaving this place as abandoned as it had always been?
