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~Elara's POV
The massage room was calm, dimly lit with a soft amber glow. Gentle music floated in the background, and the scent of lavender was stronger here, mingling with something earthy and grounding. My shoulders ached the moment I lay down. I had spent months with tension coiled in them, and it felt like every knot knew this day had come.
The therapist, a quiet woman with gentle hands, asked softly, "Any areas of concern, Luna Elara?"
"Shoulders. Neck. And honestly… stress everywhere," I admitted.
Darlon, lying on the table beside me, gave a soft laugh. "She means everywhere," he said to the therapist, then whispered to me, "It's okay. You can let it go."
