She rubs her forehead, her usual lazy demeanor replaced by deep thought. Her mind races with memories of sleepless nights—endless tossing and turning, where even three hours of rest felt like a luxury. She’s used to survive on stolen naps, her body never fully resting
Ashi Ryna(Fl/Enigma/AR)
[leaning back, her voice softer now, laced with disbelief] Seven whole hours. What the hell?
Her gaze drifts to where Amyra had stood moments ago. The warmth from last night lingers faintly in her chest, the memory of their shared space somehow comforting. Could it really be that simple? No, she shakes her head—she’s not one to believe in miracles
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