They entered her life without ceremony.
A shared laugh.
A late-night conversation.
A question that sounded like genuine interest. Slowly, without force, they became important.
There was Mira, expressive and fearless. Jax, thoughtful and steady.
Elen, observant and gentle.
They listened.
For the first time, Loura did not feel like she had to explain herself.
She could rant without being dismissed.
She could sit quietly without being forgotten.
With them, she felt light.