Glad woke to sunlight and purring.
The Watcher—still in Anino-form—curled at her feet, a warm weight that had become comfortingly familiar. Beside her, Ariel slept peacefully, one hand reaching toward her even in unconsciousness.
This was her life now.
Simple. Quiet. Perfect.
She slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb them, and made her way to the cottage's small kitchen. Coffee brewing. Garden visible through the window. Birds singing.
Good morning. The Watcher's voice in her mind, still adjusting to verbal communication. You rise early.
"Old habits. Centuries of hiding made me appreciate mornings."
You no longer hide.
"No. Now I just... live."
She took her coffee to the garden, sitting on the bench facing Anino's statue. The immortal flowers glowed softly in the dawn light.
"Hey, Dad. Another day."
A breeze stirred—warmer than the morning air.
"Quiet today. No crises. No interviews. Just... peace."
The breeze lingered.
"I think I'm finally okay with that."