Inside, Ava turned urgently to Seraya, her voice edged with urgency. "Give her to me, Luna. Get dressed."
Seraya hesitated for only a heartbeat, her breath shallow and uneven. Her hands trembled as she reluctantly handed her daughter over, her heart squeezing painfully at the thought of separation. Ava moved with swift, practiced precision, wrapping the infant tightly in a thick blanket, cradling her protectively. Meanwhile, Seraya dressed in a blur of motion, pulling on sturdy clothes fit for her current situation.
"Ava, hurry!" Seraya's voice cracked, her fear barely contained.
Ava's eyes flicked to the door, the tense set of her shoulders betraying the crushing intensity of the danger beyond it. Her gaze then shifted back to Seraya, steady and resolute. "Let's go."
