Finally after everything was cool off and they acknowledged her that she can now stand on her own, off the infirmary.
Now.
The long hallway was quiet… only the soft echo of their sandals brushing against the polished floor filled the air. The night breeze slipped through the open arches, brushing Dila's silver hair and making it glimmer faintly beneath the moonlight.
Fran stayed close beside her, one arm gently supporting Dila's shoulder as they walked. Dila still looked pale, her body fragile from the ordeal, but her expression was calm — tired, yet peaceful.
Outside, the stars glittered faintly. The smell of dew was carried by the wind, cool and soft against their skin.
Then, in the middle of that silence, a familiar voice fluttered into Dila's mind — warm, playful, and bright as ever.
