The sky above the ruined village darkened into deep indigo, stars peeking through gaps in the clouds. The group had set up a small camp among the remnants of what had once been cottages, careful not to disturb fragile walls or unstable debris. A faint scent of moss and wet earth lingered, mingling with the warmth of the small fire they had built.
Fae sat quietly near the fire, knees drawn to her chest, eyes reflecting the flickering flames. Her blonde hair shimmered in the light, almost like liquid gold, though strands clung damply to her cheeks from earlier tears. Lira placed a gentle hand on hers. "You don't have to hide your feelings here. We're with you."
