In the palace garden, the air was filled with the scent of flowers. Different kinds of blooms stretched across the landscape, adding color to the scene. A fountain stood in the center, water flowing in a steady rhythm. The soft splashing of water gave the garden a peaceful atmosphere, making it feel like all previous worries had disappeared.
Camelia sat on a wooden bench, her posture slightly slumped. Though she was still weak, her face had regained some color. Atherion sat beside her, watching her carefully.
"Do you feel better?" he asked, his voice calm but filled with concern.
Camelia nodded slowly. "Yes... but something still feels strange. It's like something hasn't fully settled back into place."
Atherion understood. What she had been through was not something one could simply recover from overnight. It wasn't just about healing physically; her mind had to adjust as well.
"It's okay," he assured her. "You're not alone. We're all here, and I will stay with you."
