Tali tilted her head cutely, setting the wooden bowl of medicine on the futon beside her grandmother's frail form. The faint scent of healing herbs filled the tent, mixing with the warm incense that still lingered from earlier. "Grandma… do you feel good now?"
Ayashi turned her crimson eyes toward her granddaughter with a gentle, trembling smile. She reached out and cupped Tali's soft cheek, her fingers brushing away a stray tear. "Yes, my dear… my throat feels better than before. Thank you." Her voice was soft, warm, full of the quiet relief that only a mother or grandmother could truly understand. She looked between them—Ayani and Tali—with that same soft, relieved smile. "Both of you… I'm so happy you're back safe."
Ayani and Tali exchanged glances, their brown bunny ears perking up in unison. A bright, mutual smile spread across both their faces, the kind that only comes after surviving something terrible and still having each other.
