When Aether woke up, the first thing he noticed was Nyx lying beside him, sound asleep. Her face looked peaceful, completely relaxed, as if not a single worry existed in her world.
He let out a quiet hum, tilting his head as he leaned a little closer to her. The faint scent of ashes clung to her skin—subtle, but unmistakable. His brows furrowed slightly, unsure whether it was natural or a lingering trace of something else. Gently, he reached out and brushed her cheek with his fingertips.
Nyx let out a soft hum in response, her eyelids fluttering open slowly. Her gaze met his.
"Is... something on my face?"
She asked groggily, her voice husky from sleep.
Aether shook his head with a small, calm smile.
"No. It's just... you look really cute when you're sleeping so peacefully."
He spoke with a sincere tone, his expression soft and open.
"Is that so..."
