The spear of light

Pierre noticed too. He glanced briefly at his mother, a sigh escaping him as he turned and slipped an arm around Jennifer, guiding her towards the staircase.

He left them there, a deliberate exit that communicated his wishes clearly, though he knew full well that his silent plea might go unanswered.

When the sound of Pierre and Jennifer's footsteps faded, Fiona stepped forward, her gaze steady. "When will you come back?" she asked, her voice calm but tinged with worry.

Jaegar took a slow, deep breath. "Probably soon," he replied, though the truth of his words felt uncertain. He wasn't sure how long his journey would take, but he saw no reason to burden her with his doubts.

Fiona studied him for a moment, as if trying to etch his face into her memory. Her expression softened, and a faint smile crossed her lips. "Jaegar," she began, her voice barely above a whisper, "you be careful out there."