A fragile dream in the making

Oath watched her carefully as she asked about taking the rest of the meal to Atreyu, but there was a flicker of concern in his eyes. He admired Fairytale’s determination, but he could see the toll the hunt had taken on her small, injured frame. She was resilient, yes, but even the strongest needed rest to heal.

Gently, he nudged her shoulder again, this time with more care. "I think we should rest first," he said softly, his tone warm but firm. "You took a hard hit out there, and it’s important that you heal. We’ve got plenty of time to get to Atreyu."

His cyan eyes softened as he continued, "Once you’ve had time to recover, we’ll take the rest of the meal and make our way to the shrine. Atreyu will still be there, and I’d rather you be at your best when we travel together. I promise, we’ll go see her, but only after you’ve had a chance to regain your strength."

Oath gave her an encouraging smile, his voice filled with gentle care. "Besides, you’ve earned a little rest after everything today. I’m in no rush. We’ll take this slow... together." He settled down beside her, offering her the comfort of his presence as they both prepared to rest before their journey ahead.