Boundaries and betrayal

Zia had always thought of herself as resolute, someone who never let emotions dictate her actions. But as the days went by, Leon's presence lingered in her thoughts more than she cared to admit. She felt herself drawn to him, as though his quiet kindness was wearing down the armor she had spent years building. Yet, every time her mind drifted toward him, she reminded herself of the dangers of attachment. She was a thief, a loner by choice and necessity, and Leon was… complicated. He was tied to her, bound by an ancient enchantment, and giving in to these feelings would only lead to pain.

One evening, as the stars began to dot the sky above Eldralore, Zia sat by the campfire, lost in thought. Leon's voice broke her reverie, as gentle as the night breeze.

"You're quieter than usual tonight," he observed. "Are you still thinking about Seraphine's curse?"