Adam's gaze drifted to Ignis, who had claimed his lap as a pillow without asking permission. Her flames had dimmed to a soft, rhythmic pulse, and her breathing was slow and even. She looked peaceful, the tension of the battle finally released.
Lilith knelt beside them, her silver-threaded gown pooling around her. Her fingers reached out, gently poking Ignis's cheek. The drake's brow furrowed, and she muttered something unintelligible, swatting at the air before settling back into sleep. Lilith poked again.
"Lilith," Adam said, his voice low, almost amused. "Let her sleep."
"She's cute when she's irritated," Lilith replied, not stopping. Her crimson eyes gleamed with mischief. "I'm simply... appreciating the view."
Adam let out a quiet sigh, shaking his head. Then his gaze shifted to Isolde, who sat a few feet away, her back against the cold stone wall, her knees drawn up to her chest.
"So that crown," Adam said, his voice thoughtful. "It really was an imitation of Gluttony."
