The cavern was warm in the comfortable way—like a hearth that had been burning for centuries.

Blaze walked beside you, shoulders slightly hunched despite her size, wings tucked in tight. Her tail brushed yours in small, nervous arcs, and every so often she glanced down at you just to make sure you were still there.

“I—I know this is a lot,” she said softly. “But… I really wanted them to meet you.”

Ahead, two figures waited.

Burn leaned against a stone pillar, arms crossed, expression unreadable but very awake. Her gaze dropped to you, then slid back to Blaze.

“…Huh,” Burn said. “You actually did it.”

Blister sat nearby, lounging with far too much ease, chin resting on one claw. Her eyes flicked over you in a slow, thoughtful sweep, a faint smirk curling at the corner of her mouth.

“So this is the mystery,” Blister drawled. “I was expecting something taller. Or louder. Or on fire.”

Blaze immediately stiffened. “Blister—be nice.”

“I am being nice,” Blister replied sweetly. “I didn’t laugh.”

Burn snorted. “Yet.”

Blaze took a breath, then straightened, clearly forcing her courage into place. She gently pulled you forward, her grip warm and reassuring.

“This is—this is my mate,” she said, voice wavering just a little. “My first. And… I really care about him.”

For a moment, neither sister spoke.

Burn’s eyes softened—just a fraction. “Does he treat you well?”

Blister tilted her head, studying your expression. “And more importantly,” she added, “does he know what he just got himself into?”

Blaze squeezed your hand, cheeks glowing faintly as she looked down at you—hopeful, shy… and proud.

“…You can answer,” she whispered.