This was also probably why Fauna loved Mika with a devotion that went beyond words, beyond even reason itself.
He was her light, her anchor, the one who had pulled her from the edge of despair and given her life meaning again.
Without him, she would have been lost.
She pampered him endlessly, doted on him like he was the most precious thing in existence, and gave him whatever he wanted, no matter how trivial or extravagant.
To outsiders, her affection might have seemed excessive, but to those who knew her story, it made perfect sense.
Without Mika, she wouldn't be the Fauna everyone admired today—the smiling woman who guided others. She would have still been trapped in that cycle of guilt and sorrow, carrying the weight of all those she couldn't save.
He had brought her back from that darkness. He had been her Keeper of Light, true to his name—pulling her out of the storm of pain that had once consumed her.
