The elevator to Cyrus's penthouse hummed quietly as they ascended, the only sound breaking the comfortable silence between them.
Kane leaned against the mirrored wall, the dragon egg's case clutched protectively against his chest, his shoulders finally releasing tension he hadn't realized he'd been carrying.
"She's going to be okay," he said, more to himself than to Cyrus.
Cyrus watched Kane's reflection, noting how his fox ears had emerged sometime during the medical crisis and remained visible, twitching occasionally with residual anxiety.
"More than okay."
Kane's grip on the case loosened slightly. "I was so scared we'd lost her. When that monitor flatlined..."
"But we didn't." Cyrus moved closer, his crimson eyes gentle.
The elevator chimed their arrival. Kane stepped into the penthouse, immediately heading toward the couch.
"Now we just need to figure out our other problem," he said, setting the case down carefully and opening it.
