The moonlight fell on the edge of the bed through the window, casting a glow over Amalia's long golden hair, which shimmered like wheat.
The girl hugged her arms tightly, her pretty face pressed close to Livia's neck.
Her warm breath brushed against the woman's skin, soft as a small feather, each exhale and inhale teasingly light, stirring the heart.
With Livia's permission, Amalia held this position for half a minute before finally mustering her resolve. Her cherry-pink lips parted slightly.
"...Sister."
Unlike her usual cold and ethereal tone, Amalia's voice softened when calling to someone, the final note lifting faintly, carrying a hint of sweetness, as if she were coaxing the person before her.
Hearing this, Livia's lashes trembled. She gazed at Amalia, who clung to her like a small animal, and a trace of tenderness flickered in her blue eyes.
"I'm here," Livia replied.
