The burden of loyalty

The silence of the forest surrounded them, each step heavy with unspoken thoughts. Zia kept close to Leon, their shared glances full of warmth and understanding. Yet, just behind them, Alaric and Lady Isolde walked with expressions as guarded as ever. The weight of Leon's past was a silent companion to them all, weaving a tension thick enough to slice.

After hours of walking, they reached a small clearing by a brook. The group paused, setting down their packs as they prepared a small camp. As Leon wandered to fetch water, Zia followed him, both of them relieved for a moment's escape.

The light filtering through the trees cast a warm glow on Leon's face as he crouched by the brook, filling his flask. Zia knelt beside him, her hand brushing his arm. "You okay?" she asked softly, her voice filled with concern.