Cassian and Lumine didn't do much that night. After some heavy conversation—kept lighthearted with humor—it wasn't quite enough to lead to anything more intimate.
So, they simply slept, undisturbed, as the once-peaceful village-turned-army-post remained quiet through the night.
Cassian was only woken by a soft rustling against his chest. He could feel two heartbeats—one strong and steady, the other faint and barely noticeable, as if it belonged to something small resting right on top of him.
Blinking away the haze of sleep, his vision gradually cleared. He glanced down and found Lumine sleeping soundly on one side of his chest, her warm body pressed against him. On the other side, nestled against him, was a tiny, furry kitten.
Its dark purple fur shimmered under the dim morning light as it nuzzled into his chest, lost in deep sleep. Cassian smiled, reaching out to gently stroke its soft fur.
