Third Person's POV
His breath caught in his throat as his heart flooded with hope. It was real, and he could feel that she meant it.
He didn't have to wait years, and he didn't have to do it alone, as it was finally happening.
Emotion surged within him again, but this time, it was pure and unadulterated joy.
His lips trembled as he tried to speak and thank her, but words were still hard to find.
Seeing the look in his eyes, Nyx started patting his back gently while a smirk laced her face, and she suddenly teased to lighten the mood.
"When are you going to stop crying, hmm? What would people say if they saw this strong, brave young man weeping like a little girl?"
The jab was light, playful, but it worked.
Ethan laughed in a quiet and breathy voice, his voice still hoarse.
As he wiped his face, the tears left faint trails on his cheeks, and then, with a smile full of gratitude, he leaned into her and whispered with quiet gratitude,
"Thank you, Master… thank you…"
