Zoe stepped quietly into the room, walking as if the floor were made of glass. She approached Celina, who was sleeping curled against Thor, her body pressed to his as if that closeness were the only thing holding her together.

“Hey…,” Zoe whispered gently, touching her shoulder. “Celina… wake up, honey… wake up.”

Celina blinked slowly, as if waking from a dream where she had finally been safe. She looked at Thor, pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder, carefully sat up, and stood. Zoe took her hand and gave her a warm, tender smile.

“Let’s go outside for a moment? Arthur is waiting. He needs to talk to you.”

Out in the corridor, Celina inhaled deeply. The cool air was a stark contrast to the whirlwind she had been living inside.

“How are you holding up?” Arthur asked, his expression tight with concern.

“Better… now that I know Thor is out of danger, I think I’m okay.” She offered a small, tired smile. “Feels like I slept for hours.”

“You slept for one hour,” Zoe said softly.

“Really? It