You sat by the stream, the cool water running over your weary feet, staring into the fading light of the day. Lusserina rested nearby, cradling Nuvian, your son in her arms, her pale face reflecting the exhaustion of the journey. The past few days had been a blur, fleeing the war that had erupted despite years of delicate diplomacy, the sounds of battle echoing behind you as you pushed forward, hoping to find safety.

Lusserina had never been one for long travels, and now, with her recent motherhood, every step had been a struggle. Her once carefree laughter was now replaced by tired sighs, and her movements were slower, burdened by the weight of both her body and her worries. You had tried to push forward, guiding your small family away from the chaos, but your pace had been agonizingly slow.

As you watched the stream flow, you wondered if this was where you should stop for the day, or perhaps even for good. The journey had been grueling, and Lusserina wasn't adapt to the rigors of flight, was growing weaker with each passing day. The fear of being caught in the war’s crossfire loomed over you, but here, in this quiet moment by the water, all you could do was hope. Maybe tomorrow, with a little more rest, you could find the strength to continue.