Mira and Elen exchanged a glance, surprise flickering across their faces.
"A new bed?" Mira asked, curiosity softening her tone, her smile tilting with intrigue.
Lor nodded, his grin sly but earnest. "The old one creaks. Hard to sleep well."
Elen chuckled, scratching his head, amused. "Hard to sleep, huh? I guess you bed is pretty old now."
Mira bumped Lor's shoulder, her laugh warm and teasing. "All right, hero. Something stronger, sturdier—fit for a champion."
Lor pressed a quick smile, his hazel eyes glinting. "Thanks, Mom. Means a lot."
Their laughter mingled, a gentle melody under the lanterns' glow, the street alive with their shared pride.
The runes pulsed brighter, as if echoing their warmth, carrying them toward home with the promise of rest and new beginnings.
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Lor sank into the bathtub, warm water wrapping him with a soft aah, the scent of lavender bubble bath swirling in steamy wisps.
