The night sky spread like a blanket of stars over the two as Aurora and Kratos lay side by side in the cool grass. The air was still, and for once, no chaos, no war, no gods disrupted their moment of peace. Aurora rested her hands behind her head, gazing up.

“See that cluster over there? Looks like a lion,” she murmured, her tone light.

Kratos narrowed his eyes at the stars, brow furrowed. “Hmph. It just looks like dots to me.”

Aurora chuckled softly. “You need to try harder. Use your imagination.”

He grunted, unimpressed, but made no effort to leave. The night was calm, and for once, his rage felt distant, almost forgotten in the presence of his friend. Aurora turned her head slightly, watching him. “You know, Kratos... there’s more to life than anger.”

His jaw tightened. He didn’t respond, but the usual tension in his body seemed to ease. After a moment, his hand brushed against hers, subtle but intentional.

Aurora smiled to herself, saying nothing, knowing words weren’t always needed between them. Aurora closed her eyes briefly, savoring the peace. "One day, Kratos... we'll have to find a way out of all this."

He didn’t answer, but his hand shifted slightly, brushing against hers on the grass. It wasn’t a grand gesture, just the faintest touch, but for someone like Kratos, it was enough—a silent promise that, at least for now, this moment was theirs.