I looked down at Reika's peaceful sleeping face, her violet hair spread across the small couch in my office like spilled amethyst. We had cleaned up after our intimate moment, and she had changed into the spare nightgown she kept in my office for occasions when work ran late. The exhaustion of the past week must have finally caught up with her.
She looked so young when she slept, the careful composure she maintained during waking hours replaced by soft vulnerability. It was a reminder that despite her lethal skills and unwavering loyalty, Reika was still only twenty-onr, barely older than me, carrying burdens that would have broken most people her age.
'She needs proper rest,' I thought, carefully gathering her into my arms. 'And Luna is probably wondering where I am.'
