Soren reached out, his fingers brushing against Sophia's as he tenderly received the ribbon.
As he began wrapping the red fabric around his forearm, Sophia's hands didn't immediately pull away.
Her fingertips lingered against his skin, a soft, warm touch that seemed to vibrate with everything she wasn't saying.
Under the moonlight, her cheeks burned a deep, unmistakable red, and for a heartbeat, the ruins of the town felt worlds away.
But the moment was shattered by a loud, undignified **CLATTER**.
Soren and Sophia both jumped, snapping their heads toward a stack of salvaged metal bins at the edge of the tent's shadow.
The top bin wobbled precariously before tumbling over, and with a muffled "Oof!", Bloodshine came rolling out like a tangled ball of limbs and dark fabric.
She scrambled to her feet, a stray piece of trash stuck to her hair, her face flushed with the embarrassment of being caught eavesdropping.
