Orion chuckled, gently shaking his head in mild amusement before beginning his recount of the intense battle and the subsequent months spent unconscious, thoroughly explaining the details with patient clarity.
Seraph listened quietly, her gentle gaze never leaving his face, genuinely absorbed in his recounting of events, emotions flowing clearly within her expressive emerald eyes—concern, admiration, worry, and ultimately relief that he had returned safely to her side.
They continued chatting comfortably for a while, enjoying the gentle warmth and quiet companionship they had both missed deeply.
Eventually, Orion's expression turned quietly serious, his gaze thoughtful yet gently determined as he looked directly into Seraph's eyes.
With careful deliberation, he softly asked the question that had lingered unspoken for so long, "Seraph, now that you can speak again, I wanted to ask you something important. Are you afflicted with any kind of curse?"
