Lucas fell silent for a moment, feeling the mountain breeze brush against his face.
The hill was quiet, wrapped in wind and fading light. No words passed between them, yet their presence felt enough, like silence finally choosing to stay instead of leaving.
He could sense Silvara's demanding gaze, an unspoken request hidden behind her low tone. Slowly, Lucas reached toward his neck, summoning a single strand of Ferri'el's silver hair faintly bound there.
Gradually, the lines of his true face emerged.
Lucas turned fully toward Silvara, letting the afternoon light illuminate his real features. A faint smile curved his lips.
"Now you can be a little nicer to me, right?" Lucas teased.
Silvara didn't answer right away. Her eyes traced every inch of his face, as if making sure the man sitting beside her was the same one etched in her memory. After a fairly long pause, she gave a small, curt nod.
"Un!" she replied softly.
