Chapitre 122: The Dawn of Progress

The first thing Rest felt as he woke up was the sensation of soft warmth pressed against his face. Opening his eyes, he found himself buried in Air's chest—her familiar habit of clinging to him in her sleep hadn't changed. Even when they slept in separate rooms, she had a tendency to sneak in and cuddle up next to him. It was comforting, in a way, knowing that she felt so at ease by his side.

Carefully, Rest extracted himself from Air's grasp, his movements slow to avoid waking her. Her gentle breathing indicated she was deeply asleep, looking more relaxed than she ever did during her waking hours. He couldn't help but smile at the sight—her usual tough demeanor melted away when she was with him.