Fifteen days later…
The white void had changed lightly... from the outside view it hadn't changed at all as it was very subtle.
What was once an endless, sterile expanse of light now felt much... comfortable.
Small touches Gray had manifested over time remained: a low, comfortable divan near the throne, scattered cushions, and the easel that had become a permanent fixture.
The distance between them had continued to shrink without either acknowledging it aloud.
Over those fifteen days, Gray had sown his seeds with meticulous patience.
He continued being present, consistent, and gently attentive in ways that slowly chipped away at Isis's divine armor.
He started complimenting her not as a goddess, but as a woman, quietly noticing small things.
How her voice softened slightly when she spoke about things she actually cared about. How her golden eyes looked less cold when she was lost in thought.
He began sharing more of himself too, not entirely dramatically, but naturally.
