I hope she'll shine brighter.
Archinsyne never asked for anything in return. He never sought acknowledgment or gratitude. Whether Ahcehera noticed or not was irrelevant to him.
What mattered was that she never lacked anything she needed, that her path was smooth, that her burdens, whether she realized it or not, were shared by someone else, even if only in the smallest ways.
When she worked late into the night, poring over strategies and reports in her quarters, he made sure a warm cup of nutrient-infused tea was left on her desk.
She never questioned where it came from, only that it was always there, exactly when she needed it.
He learned which flavors she favored, subtle but rich, fragrant but not overpowering.
She never commented on it, never acknowledged the way the tea was always at the perfect temperature, but she drank every drop. That was enough for him.
In the battlefield, he was the first to step forward when she gave out commands, executing them without hesitation.
