Amara's golden eyes shifted slowly from the radiant die in her palm to Anthony. She spoke softly, her lips curving into a trembling smile, tears threatening to spill yet firmly held back through sheer willpower.
"You cannot possibly understand what you've just done for me… for my family," she intoned, her voice rich with gratitude, carrying a depth of emotion so raw it seemed to echo within the room itself. Every syllable was infused with sincerity, as though she longed to grant him a chance to see just how much his actions meant.
Although nothing was yet set in stone, even the mere fact that Vega's chances had been increased was enough to shatter the suffocating wall of despair that had weighed upon her heart. Hope, however fragile, was a gift beyond measure.
