Neither of them needed rest, but neither moved. Because in that stillness—between skin and silence—they felt something neither magic nor time could replicate.
For an hour, they cuddled together, their bodies naturally molding into each other's warmth, limbs loosely entangled beneath the thin sheets.
Seraphine's head rested against Leon's chest, rising and falling with each breath he took. One of his arms draped protectively around her waist, while her hand idly traced soft circles on his skin. Neither spoke—both were lost in the comforting silence that came only from being utterly at ease with one another.
Finally, Leon stood up as his consciousness reminded him he needed to return to the inn. He said goodbye.
"See you later, my lovely wife," Leon said, a warm smile etched on his face.
Seraphine gave a heartfelt reply to his parting words, her heart blooming every time he called her wife.
