Noel's expression eased the moment he saw them all properly, standing there in the cabin as if they'd always belonged there. His gaze moved from Elena to Elyra, then lingered—unavoidably—on Charlotte.
She looked exhausted.
Her pink hair was tied back into a simple ponytail, loose strands escaping around her face, and the usual brightness she carried was dulled by fatigue. But when her golden eyes met his, something in them softened instantly, relief washing through them so clearly it almost hurt to see.
Noel smiled, small and tired, but genuine.
"Hey," he said, voice light despite everything. "I hope you didn't push yourself too hard." His eyes stayed on Charlotte as he added, "I heard the others had to stop you a few times."
