Kain nudged open the dorm room door with his shoulder, careful not to jostle the small, unconscious bundle in his arms. The room was dim, lit only by the faint, bluish glow of the fortress's street‑lamps outside the frosted window. The lingering tremors from the demigod clash had finally died down, though the stone still creaked occasionally—like the building itself was trying to remember how to relax.
He stepped inside and hesitated.
Two beds.
His… and Serena's.
He stared at them for a full three seconds before, without consciously deciding anything, his feet carried him toward his bed.
Queen had checked the child's condition on the way back—her antennae brushing over the boy as she assured Kain he wasn't injured, just mentally exhausted from overstimulation.
