After the war with the demon race, you stood amidst the ruins, the weight of the battle still lingering on your shoulders. The air was heavy with the scent of ash, and the sky above was beginning to clear as the darkness finally receded. Just as you took a deep breath, processing everything that had happened, you felt a pair of slender arms wrap around you tightly from behind.

"You're alive... Thank goodness," Elizabeth whispered, her voice trembling with relief. You turned to face her, seeing tears streaming down her light blue eyes, which shone brightly despite everything they had witnessed. Her long silver hair was gently blown by the breeze, her bangs still partially covering her right eye, and her expression was full of emotion.

You could see how truly worried she had been for you, and without a word, you pulled her closer. She rested her head on your chest, and her slender yet curvaceous body pressed against you, seeking the comfort and reassurance that you were really there. You gently placed your hand on her head, softly stroking her silver hair, feeling her heart pounding through the embrace.