When my eyelids opened again, the first thing I saw was her.
Elyra.
Her naked body, still warm from the night, was curled across the sheets, her silver hair scattered like a rumpled cascade on the pillow. Her heavy chest rose in a peaceful rhythm, her nipples erect despite the muggy heat of the tent. Her flat belly moved slowly with each breath. Her face was calm, almost fragile — nothing like the fierce fighter who drove her spear into demons' throats.
I stayed still. My cock, still swollen from the memory of the night before, was not what I was looking at. It was her expression. She was smiling slightly in her sleep. And damn, that smile was enough to make me feel less dirty, less crushed by everything waiting for us outside.
I breathed out, a whisper that was only for me:
— "Thanks…"
Thanks for being here. Thanks for letting me sleep without nightmares for once.
