The dense canopy of the Arlathan Forest shimmered in hues of green and gold, sunlight from the setting sun broke through the leaves in scattered beams. The scent of moss and fresh rain filled the air, mingling with the distant sound of a flowing river. The leaves of the trees moved in harmony with the tranquil breeze coursing through the branches. The chaos of Minrathous felt a distant memory now—a battle hard-fought, one that left scars on the world and on both of you. Yet, here, under the sprawling canopies of ancient elven trees, the weight began to lift.

— I promised you serenity, didn’t I? Her voice held the soothing cadence of someone finally finding peace, layered with the warmth she reserved for those close to her.

Bellara walked ahead, her white blouse catching the soft light, the faint breeze tugging at her skirt. She glanced back with a brief, gentle smile. The two of you reached a clearing where Hallas grazed. Their elegant movements were mesmerizing, each step blending with the natural rhythm of the forest. A river ran nearby, its crystalline waters reflecting the vibrant greens of the surrounding foliage.

— This... this is what I have always wished for. Living in these ancient lands in peace like my older people.

You sat together on a patch of soft moss, the hum of nature filling the air. Bellara leaned back, her dark eyes scanning the horizon and her soft hand resting beside yours, free from the gear she would otherwise wear out here.

— A-and with you too, of course! She quickly added, almost forgetting the entire point you both were here.

— So... what do you think?