Akamir let out a sigh as he looked at her. "Sephrina."
"Yes, husband?"
He ignored her teasing. "I have a cure for your curse."
Sephrina blinked, the teasing smile slipping from her lips.
Her eyes widened slightly, the weight of his words breaking through her playful tone.
"…A cure?" she repeated, almost in disbelief.
Akamir nodded, his masked face steady, though his voice carried a rare softness.
"Yes. A flower that can burn through any curse, root and all. It's real and I've seen it with my own eyes."
For a moment, silence filled the room, broken only by the faint rustle of the curtains as sunlight strained against them.
None spoke anything as they just remained quiet.
Sephrina sat upright fully now, her net-like garment sliding across her shoulders, but she didn't care.
Her hands trembled slightly in her lap.
"You're not lying to me, are you?" she whispered. "Don't… don't give me hope just to snatch it away."
