A soft laugh escaped Nyssa, brief and musical. Her eyes lingered on him longer than before, as if searching for something beyond the surface. Then, her tone shifted.. gentle but sure. "Come with me," she said. "You'll need proper healing before those wounds start scarring. My chambers are close by."
Eran nodded once, quietly with a smirk. The air between them seemed to hum as they began walking side by side through the inner hall. The corridor was dim, lit only by the blue-white glow of mana torches that cast long shadows across the walls. Their footsteps echoed in rhythm—hers light and graceful, his heavier, slowed by exhaustion.
The corridor's faint hum faded as they stopped before a narrow door. Nyssa placed her palm over the rune-plate and whispered a short incantation. The seal dissolved with a soft glow, and the door opened into a quiet, candle-lit chamber.
