Arthur squeezed her tighter for a moment before releasing her, stepping back and letting his golden eyes linger on her. Olivia, standing nearby, exhaled sharply, brushing her hair back from her face as if shaking off the weight of the moment.
“Let’s give her some space,” Olivia said softly, glancing at Cirian. “She needs rest before anything else.”
Arthur nodded, reluctantly stepping away. “We’ll be back soon,” he said, his tone still heavy with emotion.
As they departed, Cirian lingered in the room with Amara, watching her carefully as she settled back against the pillows. For a moment, silence hung between them, but then Amara broke it.
“I didn’t think anyone would let me do it if I said anything,” she confessed, her voice quiet, her gaze fixed on the blanket in her lap.
Cirian sigh
