Leo collapsed onto the bed the moment he reached his room.
The softness swallowed him whole. His body screamed for sleep, exhaustion pressing down like a physical weight, heavy and insistent. They had been awake all night. Three cities. The overlook. The sunrise. THE TALK.
His mind tried to pull him toward it. Toward the challenge, the stakes, the impossible decision waiting for him. The words echoed faintly. Win, or lose everything or give up entirely.
He pushed it away. Too tired to process it properly. He would deal with it later.
He let his thoughts drift elsewhere instead. To the cities. To what he had seen, what he had felt, what he had experienced since coming to this world.
Wonder.
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Tidebeak came first.
