"Ah…"
Luna's eyes parted wide, her breathing a little unsteady as she stared blankly at the familiar ceiling.
For a heartbeat, she didn't move. She simply lay there, letting her surroundings settle into focus, before slowly turning her head.
A familiar face slept beside her—his eyes closed, chest rising and falling with a calm, steady rhythm. Each soft breath brushed against her cheek, warm and reassuring.
The slight unease coiled in her heart instantly melted away the moment she saw him. Relief softened her expression, and she let herself look at him for a few still, quiet moments… as if confirming he was truly there, safe and alive.
Only after that did she turn her gaze toward the other person in the room.
Marilyn.
"Hey," the raven-haired woman murmured, a gentle concern in her voice. "How do you feel now?"
Luna raised her hand, wordlessly making a small gesture. Marilyn understood immediately.
