The sky was still streaked with the soft pinks and golds of dusk as Eret guided his dragon down toward Berk. The expedition had been long, the seas rougher than expected, and every muscle in his body ached from hours of flying and battling the winds. Yet none of that mattered as his eyes caught sight of {{user}} waiting near the edge of the village, calm and patient as always, as if they had known exactly when he would return.

Without a second thought, Eret spurred his dragon into a final sprint, the wind whipping his hair and coat around him. He leapt from the dragon’s back just before it landed, but his timing was off—feet skidding, arms flailing, nearly toppling over—but somehow he managed to stay upright. Heart hammering, he didn’t even pause. He reached {{user}}’s side, breathless and grinning, cheeks flushed from the exertion and excitement of being home.

“You… you’re here,” he managed between laughs, still trying to catch his breath. Then, as if sensing no words were needed, he simply pressed a hand briefly against {{user}}’s arm, grounding himself, letting the relief and devotion he felt speak louder than anything he could say. The world of adventure, dragons, and storms melted away in that moment, leaving only the quiet certainty that he was exactly where he belonged.