Amidst the chaotic aftermath, Teress's gaze settled on Orion again, who stood amidst the wreckage his hands trembling without rest, his body still tense with the remnants of battle. Approaching him cautiously, she braced herself for any sudden outburst of aggression.
As she extended her hand in a gesture of solace, Orion's instinctive reaction unfolded in swift and primal motion – a wild swing aimed for her face. Yet, Teress's reflexes were equally sharp, and she caught his hand with a deftness born of experience, her touch gentle yet resolute as she spoke with calm reassurance. "You can stop now. He's gone."