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Lyerin's eyes flickered open to the sight of the familiar ceiling above him, the ornate carvings on the wooden beams casting faint shadows across the room as the early morning light crept in through the windows.
The air felt still, but there was a comforting weight pressing down on his chest.
Slowly, his mind began to register the softness and warmth against him. He tilted his head down and found two familiar faces lying peacefully across his torso—Corora and Cornelia.
Carefully, he shifted, trying not to disturb them as he lifted their heads and gently placed them back on the bed.
The two girls barely stirred, their breaths steady and soft, still deeply asleep. With a slight smile, Lyerin pulled himself from beneath them, slipping off the bed and quietly standing. He took a moment to stretch, cracking his neck and rolling his shoulders before walking towards the door.