Aleczandria sank onto the plush couch, her gaze naturally drawn to the dancing flames within the fireplace. On the adjacent couch, Maximus joined her, and both wrapped their hands around steaming cups of tea. The soft glow of the moon outside filtered through the window, infusing the room with a gentle, tranquil aura.
In the hush of that moment, they allowed the day's whirlwind of events to settle in their minds. Eventually, Aleczandria broke the silence, her voice carrying a tinge of contemplation.
"During my past lives, was I always... vulnerable?" Her question hung in the air, revealing the vulnerability she felt, even in her newfound identity.
Maximus responded with a reassuring sincerity; his words grounded in the many memories he carried. "No, not at all. Despite being human, you
