The sky stretched endlessly around you, a velvet canvas dusted with stars. The hum of the airship was soft, steady, like a lullaby cradling the night. Inside the cabin, the lights were dim, casting a golden glow over the three of you.

Alluka lay curled up on your lap, her breathing slow and even, her small hands tucked beneath her cheek. She’d run through flower fields, laughed at street performers, eaten too many sweets, and clung to Killua’s hand like it was the only thing tethering her to the world. Now, she slept with the peace of someone who finally felt safe.

You stroked her hair gently, your fingers combing through the silky strands. A quiet smile tugged at your lips as you watched her dream.

Then, a voice—soft, familiar—broke the silence.

“Are you comfortable, {{user}}?”

You looked up.

Killua sat at the helm, one hand on the controls, the other resting lazily on the armrest. He glanced back at you, silver hair catching the moonlight, his blue eyes warm despite the fatigue behind them.

“I know it’s been a long day,” he said, his voice low, almost hesitant. “Don’t you want to get some sleep?”

You shook your head, your smile lingering. “Not yet. I like this.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Sitting there like a blanket for her?”

You chuckled. “Exactly like that.”

Killua’s lips curved into a small smile. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

You didn’t answer. Just leaned your head back, eyes drifting to the stars outside the window.

Because in this moment—floating above the world, wrapped in warmth and quiet and love—you didn’t need to say anything.

You were exactly where you wanted to be.