Early the next morning, Luke found himself awake despite expecting to sleep well into the day.
He lay there for a few quiet moments, staring at the ceiling before turning to his left. Monica was still asleep beside him, her eyes gently closed, lips slightly parted, and her breathing slow and steady.
It was unusual for her to sleep this late, but after everything they had endured the previous day, both their bodies and minds had been pushed to their limits.
Careful not to disturb anyone, Luke silently activated his skill before easing himself off the mattress. His first concern was Thea.
She was breathing peacefully, and the faint pallor that had lingered on her face was finally gone, replaced by a healthy flush.
Laila seemed to be doing just fine as well. She had somehow ended up with one leg draped over Thea, her shirt riding up enough to leave her stomach exposed as she slept without a care in the world.
