The heart raveling

The next morning dawned quietly, the gentle sunlight filtering through the trees as the camp stirred to life. Zia felt the weight of Leon's arm around her as he began to awaken, his breath soft and even against her shoulder. She took a moment, watching his peaceful expression, realizing how rare these moments of closeness were for them.

But their peace was quickly broken as Alaric returned from his watch, his expression carefully neutral. His eyes flickered briefly to Zia and Leon before he settled by the remnants of the campfire. Zia felt the tension return, the air between them taut with unsaid words.

As they packed up and prepared to continue their journey, Alaric avoided Zia's gaze, his face set in the mask of a professional thief, calculating and unreadable. Leon's gaze followed him, a faint crease of worry in his brow. Sensing the need for clarity, Zia approached Alaric, her voice low.

"Alaric, can we talk?" She waited for him to respond, her tone soft but firm.