This particular night was calm, the scent of incense lingering in the air within and around the temple where Lia was within, kneeling in the center of the sacred space, her staff resting beside her, as she whispered a prayer under her breath.
Lance leaned against the doorway, watching her in silence. Lia's graceful figure, framed by the faint aura of her magical energy, seemed to radiate calmly in a serene pattern, but he knew that behind her composed exterior lay the weight of countless burdens.
"You're always here when the rest of us are asleep," Lance said softly, stepping into the room.
Lia opened her eyes, a faint smile tugging at her lips as she turned toward him. "And you're always out watching the stars. We all have our rituals, I suppose."
Lance sat across from her, resting his sword beside her staff. "What are you praying for tonight?"
Lia's golden eyes met his, their glow soft and warm. "For strength. For guidance. For the wisdom to keep walking this path with you."
