Fyar opened his eyes slowly. The first thing he realized was a soft, warm feeling on his cheek. The air around him smelled fragrant, like lilies and vanilla.
He looked up slightly. His heart beat softly when he realized his head was resting on Illya's lap. The girl was sitting up, asleep on the plush sofa. Her head was leaned back, her breathing even and deep. Soft morning sunlight streamed in from the large suite window, illuminating Illya's peaceful and tired face.
She... Fyar paused. Wait. What happened? What about Martis and the mission? Fyar remembered: returning to the suite with Zaefal, the tense reunion, Illya's tears, her shocking confession, and then... total exhaustion took over. After remembering the previous night's events, he let out a sigh of relief.
