As the trio walked down the cobbled streets, the sun casting a soft glow over the village, Vanisa clung tightly to Gray's arm, her fingers wrapped possessively around him. Her green eyes flickered with a mixture of contentment and guardedness, a slight pout on her lips as she nestled closer. Gray didn't seem to mind, his steps steady as they continued onward, the warmth of Vanisa's presence familiar and comforting.
Behind them, Liza followed with a light bounce in her step, her smile never fading as she watched the two from a slight distance. Her long brown hair swayed gently in the midday breeze, and her light brown eyes sparkled with a playful curiosity. After a few moments of walking in silence, she spoke up, her tone teasing yet lighthearted.
"So, Vanisa," Liza began, her voice filled with amusement. "How's the clinging?"