Lin Fang slowly pulled his thoughts back to the present and looked at his sister again.
The noise of the airship corridor faded into the background as if the world had shrunk to just the two of them. Nebula hovered quietly to the side, unusually well-behaved, sensing that this moment did not belong to it.
They talked as they walked, their voices low and unhurried.
Lin Mei spoke about small things, how the journey felt shorter than she expected, how the airship food was bland but filling, how she still wasn't used to sleeping while the engines hummed beneath her. Lin Fang listened more than he spoke, nodding now and then, his steps naturally slowing to match hers.
By the time they reached the top floor, the corridor had grown quieter. The lights were softer here, the walls plain and narrow compared to the lower decks. Lin Fang stopped in front of a simple door and glanced around the space, his eyes sweeping over it once.
