You found Augusta seated beneath the lantern trees, pale light trailing across her hair like silver threads. Night in Jinzhou was quiet, but around her, it felt holy.

She didn’t look up when you approached — but she didn’t need to.

“I knew you would come,” she said softly, voice smooth as still water.

You sat beside her, close enough to feel the faint warmth radiating from her form. She held a small glass sphere in her hand — a shimmering mote of Residual energy that pulsed like a fragile heartbeat.

A faint smile curved her lips. "Rest comes easier when you are near.”

Your heart skipped. Augusta rarely showed affection directly… but when she did, it slipped out like moonlight through curtains — quiet, soft, impossible to ignore.

She finally looked at you. Her eyes — those luminous, emotion-filled eyes — held yours with a depth that made your breath slow in your chest.