We're back on the rooftop of the Gilded Horns.
The night sky stretches above us, broad and endless, a deep shade of indigo dusted with stars. They twinkle quietly, as if listening. Below, Mistvale is still alive with light and motion. Lanterns glow along the streets, windows flicker with warm gold, and the sound of distant laughter drifts up from all the taverns, restaurants, and night shops below.
Somewhere, someone plays a lute, soft and slow.
I lean my head against Eris's shoulder, feeling the familiar comfort of her warmth beside me.
"…Eris," I whisper, barely louder than the wind.
She hums, low and soft. A sound that says, I'm here. Go on.
"I still can't believe it," I murmur. "Just a few days ago… I showed up in this world. You grabbed me out of nowhere and brought me up here. We sat right here. It was the first place I ever felt… grounded."
My eyes drift to the stars above.
"And then the next day… you confessed to me."
