Something shifted in Cyrus's expression—a softening around his eyes, a slight parting of his lips.
He reached toward Kane, hand hovering inches from the fox spirit's shoulder, then withdrew it.
Instead, he quietly requested a blanket from the attendant and draped it over Kane's sleeping form.
Hours later, Kane's eyes opened, his consciousness returning in a foggy haze.
He blinked, disoriented, and realized a blanket had been carefully tucked around him.
"Good evening, sir." The flight attendant appeared at his side with a professional smile.
"You've been asleep for about three hours. Would you like something to eat? Chef has prepared several options—there's a mushroom risotto, seared salmon with asparagus, or wagyu sliders."
Kane yawned and straightened in his seat, running a hand through his disheveled hair.
Across from him, Cyrus was absorbed in reading something on a tablet, the soft glow illuminating his sharp features.
