In the early morning, the smoke from the campfire lingered.
Olivia, nestled in Aiven's arms, slowly woke up and lifted her head to see her boyfriend, who had been watching her for who knows how long. Although she was usually outgoing, her face blushed slightly as she greeted him:
"Good morning, Aiven!"
With the "Magic Pocket" sealed, their accommodation was indeed simple, but the girl slept quite peacefully, feeling secure and at ease.
Olivia believed that as long as Aiven was by her side, he would withstand anything for her, whether they were on a deserted island or if the sky were to fall.
And he had the ability to do so.
"Good morning, Hesi!"
Smiling slightly, he lifted the broad captain's cloak they had slept in and the two of them got up, still in their clothes from the night before.
Even though his arm had been used as her pillow all night, the formidable physique of a Tier 3 made sure Aiven felt no numbness or soreness, enough to make any ordinary person envious.
