The storm that is approaching. (8)

Ys sharp senses were the first to pick up on the intruder. She turned her head slightly, her vibrant green eyes narrowing as she focused on the figure approaching through the dense greenery.

For a moment, her body tensed, ready to shield Lilla if necessary, but as the figure stepped into view, a glimmer of relief flickered across her face.

She exhaled softly and loosened her hold on Lilla, though she did not entirely let go. Instead, she chose to remain still, her gaze fixed on the new arrival as they drew closer.

Ys had already decided to let them approach without interference. Whoever this was, she had deemed their presence neither hostile nor unwelcome, at least for now.

Lilla, still nestled against Ys's chest, had yet to notice the intruder. Her shoulders quivered slightly as she tried to control her uneven breathing, her tear-streaked face hidden from view.