"Do you need a rest?" Leo asked, turning to his sister. Her jaw was set, forehead beaded with sweat as she limped as fast as she could to keep up with the rest of the angels. Despite the reality of their situation, everyone was eager to be back home.
"No, I'll be fine," Camilla replied breathily. "But thank you." Leo nodded, though he knew she was pushing herself too hard. Camilla's wound had certainly improved, yes, but it was still far from healed. The makeshift stitches Lizbeth had done could rip open so easily throughout their journey, and Leo didn't know what they would do if that happened.
The trek back to Celestia was a beautiful one. They walked through meadows full of brightly colored wildflowers, ones that had Penelope and Camilla both remembering the countless times they'd go
