Lira's feet barely made a sound on the stone steps as she returned to her room, the soft padding of her fluffy companion following her from main door, like a small, warm shadow. Each little mew and gentle brush of fur against her ankles brought a fresh smile to her face. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, the weight of the labyrinth—the dark corridors, the spirits, the puzzles, and the relentless tests—was behind her.
She opened the door and was greeted by the familiar scent of herbs and soft linen. Her room seemed almost impossibly bright compared to the shadowed labyrinth, yet it felt safe, welcoming, and hers. The little creature wove between her legs, their purrs and mews filling the quiet space with life. Lira knelt, letting them brush against her hands and face, soaking in the warmth and simple affection that felt like a balm to her spirit.
