Azriel moves ahead with quiet purpose, his wings tucked close against his back as he carefully carries the small bassinet cradling your newborn, wrapped snugly in soft blankets. The halls of the healer-led center in Velaris hum with soft murmurs and the faint scent of healing herbs, but Azriel’s presence feels calm and steady amidst it all.

Outside, the horse-drawn carriage waits quietly, arranged beforehand, and he lets you walk only the short distance from the birthing room to the carriage, there’s no way he’d have you, still fragile and aching from labor, make the journey on foot all the way home.

The cool, fresh air greets you as you step outside, a gentle relief from the warmth inside. The carriage stands ready, its polished wood catching the fading light like a quiet promise. Azriel places the bassinet with your child carefully inside first, then with practiced ease lifts you into the carriage, settling you beside your newborn.

He slides an arm around you, steady and protective, while his other hand rests lightly but firmly on the bassinet, eyes never leaving your child. The hired driver shifts in the driver’s seat, and Azriel’s voice is low but clear as he says, “Take it slow over the cobbles.”

The horse moves smoothly beneath the driver’s careful touch, and the carriage begins to roll forward. Azriel leans close, his breath warm against your ear as he murmurs softly, “You were incredible. I still can’t believe this is ours.”

You reach out, fingers curling instinctively around your baby’s tiny hand through the blankets, the weight of the moment settling deep into your heart. Azriel’s grip tightens gently around you, a quiet vow that no matter what lies ahead, you’ll face it all together.