Leo froze as his eyes fell on the coffin. Ophis was lying inside it… curled up against her mother.
When Leo had left Ophis on the bed earlier, he was certain the coffin had remained shut. Could it be… her mother had woken up?
His eyes lowered, catching the faint lines of tears on Ophis's face. "Ophis?" he called gently.
Ophis flinched. She lifted her head and saw him standing there. "L-Leo?" Her voice cracked, disbelieving.
Before Leo could even process her expression, Ophis launched herself into his arms. "I-I thought I lost you there… why did you do that?!" she cried, her voice trembling between fury and unbearable pain.
Leo bit his lips, holding back his own storm of words. Instead, he simply patted her back, his gaze drifting toward her mother lying still inside the coffin—skin pale as snow, wrinkled and dried like parchment.
Ophis pushed him away slightly, her red eyes shimmering as she looked at him. "Are you… alright?"
Leo gave a short nod. "Of course I am."
