The day passed in calm simplicity, the kind Trafalgar hadn't felt in weeks. The morning sunlight filtered through the streets of Velkaris, scattering across cobblestones and shimmering mana lamps that still hummed faintly from the night before.
He and Mayla had breakfast together — simple, warm, and strangely domestic. There were no awkward silences, just quiet smiles and soft laughter. When the plates were empty, Trafalgar helped her carry the last of her belongings to her new apartment across the district.
By the time everything was settled, the afternoon light was already softening into gold. Mayla stood by the doorway, brushing a stray lock of brown hair from her face.
"Thank you for helping me again, Trafalgar," she said, smiling faintly.
He adjusted his coat and shook his head. "You don't need to thank me. Just… rest for now."
They lingered a little longer, neither eager to say goodbye, until Mayla finally nodded. "All right. I'll see you soon?"
