The familiar outline of Lysera's home emerged between the narrow streets, its sloped roof and sturdy walls standing as a quiet beacon at the end of the path.
The sight alone nearly undid Kana.
Her shoulders slackened, the knots in her chest loosening as though invisible cords had finally been cut. A deep, slow breath escaped her, shaky at first, then steadier.
She had been here before—many times—but only now did the question slide into her mind:
'Since when… have I thought of this place as home?'
Her steps faltered for just a moment. She searched herself for the answer, but no matter how far she reached, the thought tangled with memories she wasn't ready to untangle.
It wasn't fear of the truth that made her stop—it was the quiet, selfish desire to not ruin this fragile peace. She shook her head lightly.
No.
She would not prod that question now. She didn't want to overwhelm herself.
Her hesitation lasted only until Irielle's warm hand slipped into hers.
