Leo lay on the ground for what felt like an eternity, the cool breeze brushing over his face as he regained his strength. The battlefield was silent now, the echoes of the fierce battle fading into memory. Slowly, he pushed himself up, feeling the aches and strains of his body protesting every movement.
He glanced over at Aisha, still unconscious but safe. A faint smile touched his lips as he made his way to her, carefully lifting her onto his back. Despite the exhaustion weighing him down, he carried her with ease, her gentle breathing a reminder of why he had fought so hard.
As he adjusted her position on his back, a glimmer caught his eye. Aisha's pendant—its faint, warm glow a reminder of its teleportation ability.
"Of course," Leo muttered, shaking his head at his own forgetfulness. Closing his eyes, he focused on their home atop the mountain, the quiet sanctuary they shared.