Aarohi decided to help Arion recover in secret. If the villagers saw him, they would ask too many questions.
So she led him to a small abandoned cabin deep in the forest.
During the day, Arion rested while Aarohi brought him food and water.
During the night, they talked for hours beneath the moon.
Arion told her about Lunaris — floating cities, glowing rivers, magical creatures that flew across the sky.
Aarohi listened with fascination.
In return, she told him about the simple life on Earth. Festivals, rainstorms, childhood memories, and dreams of traveling the world.
The more time they spent together, the more comfortable they felt around each other.
Arion admired Aarohi's kindness and courage.
Aarohi admired Arion's curiosity and gentle nature.
Their worlds were completely different, yet their hearts understood each other.
One evening they sat near a small lake reflecting the moon.
Arion quietly said, "Before coming here, I thought humans were fragile and ordinary."
He looked at Aarohi.
"But now I realize something."
"What?" she asked.
"Your world may not have magic like Lunaris… but your hearts are stronger than any magic."
Aarohi smiled softly.
And somewhere deep inside, a new feeling began to bloom.