David led Yue down the manor's corridors, her child-like form rigid with nervous energy despite her centuries of experience. The warm crystal light light that flickered along the walls seemed to highlight the tension in her small shoulders as they approached the recovery room where Princess Sylindra waited.
"Are you certain you're ready for this?" David asked quietly, his hand resting on the door handle.
Yue's response carried decades of regret that her youthful appearance couldn't hide. "I should have been there when it happened. Whatever 'it' was." Her voice held the weight of someone who had spent years wondering if their absence had cost lives.
From David's shadow, Luna's presence stirred with subtle alertness to the emotional undercurrents flowing through the hallway. Something about this reunion carried implications that went beyond simple relationships.
