Under the endless golden sky of Arietta's divine domain, Raven sat cross-legged at the center of a pristine marble platform hovering above the gardens.
Before him: Selena, Siris, Lia, and Graye.
Behind them: a beautiful mess of vines, cracked tiles, and melted boulders—proof of their "relaxing training week."
Next to Raven sat Arietta, who had latched onto his arm like a particularly affectionate barnacle with celestial privileges.
Her cheek rested against his shoulder, a possessive smile glowing brighter than her halo.
"I thought you wanted these items for yourself," she spoke lightly, her fingers gently drawing patterns on his forearm while her eyes glanced at the other with an unkind glint. "If I knew it was for them, then I wouldn't even have tried."
Raven gave her a sideways glance. "You made us tea from starlight and crushed hydra bones. You support this, remember?"