After taking a bath, they both changed into a fresh pair of clothes—Adrian always carried extra sets in his inventory, a habit born from constant wandering.
Now, they lay on the bed, cocooned in each other's warmth. Adrian's arms were wrapped securely around her, and Querella's face rested against his chest, her breath soft and steady.
His heartbeat thumped faintly under her ear, an anchor she hadn't realized she still needed desperately.
The room was quiet, but it wasn't the suffocating kind of silence—
It was the kind that enveloped them, soft and tender, as if the world itself had paused just to give them this moment.
Neither wanted to move. Neither wanted the warmth to fade.
However—
[Host, the teleportation will begin in ten minutes. Due to the recent disturbances detected within the system, you will be forcibly returned to your world.]
The notification cut through the stillness like a thin blade.
