"f**k," Celestia muttered under her breath, trying to steady her breathing.
Chris's concerned face softened as he helped her to her feet. "Are you okay, Celestia?" he asked gently, his voice filled with genuine worry.
Celestia nodded slowly, still feeling the adrenaline coursing through her veins. "I'm fine, just a bit shaken," she replied, her voice a bit shaky. "I didn't mean to wake anyone. I was coming down for some water."
Chris gave her a reassuring smile. "It's okay. Next time, just turn on the lights. No one will mind. Safety first," he said, leading her to the kitchen.
As they walked, Celestia couldn't help but feel a mix of embarrassment and gratitude. The cold, tiled floor of the kitchen felt soothing under her feet, a stark contrast to her previous anxiety. Chris
