Skylar

I nod at Neo as he approaches, a flask of water in his outstretched hand. "You're pushing too hard," he says, though his voice holds no edge, just concern. I take the flask gratefully, the cool liquid soothing my parched throat.

"Perhaps," I admit between sips, "but it's necessary." My gaze flickers to Alaric, who remains silent but steps closer, offering a small, approving nod. His presence alone is a balm to my weary soul, the unspoken strength behind his stoic facade ...