Her body trembled slightly as she tightened the hug, her tears falling silently as she nuzzled against him. Her free hand continued to stroke his head in long, soothing motions. The care in her actions was unmistakable — love, concern, and deep relief woven together in every touch.
Beside her, the male dragon — now in humanoid form — rested a heavy hand on Ethan's head as well. His touch was firmer, steadying, but no less filled with affection. His golden eyes burned with pride and protectiveness.
The atmosphere turned solemn. Heavy with emotion Ethan couldn't fully grasp.
And yet… he felt it all the same.
Wrapped in warmth, held tight by beings whose presence dwarfed everything he knew, Ethan's confusion only deepened. Why did they look at him like that? Why did their touch feel so familiar… so right? Maybe it's because this body isn't his and the soul emotions is affecting him.
