Dantalion didn’t sleep right away. He stayed, still as stone behind her, his nose buried in the crown of her hair, her scent clinging to his skin like it had always belonged there. His breath moved slow and even, but his mind wouldn’t quiet, not yet. Not with her in his arms and the silence singing around them like some ancient hymn. He didn’t move. Barely even blinked. Just watched her breathe. Felt the steady pulse of her heartbeat against his chest. Thought about everything that had brought him here—every mistake, every war, every stupid, selfish choice—and wondered how in all the realms he’d ended up with her. With this. He didn’t know who to thank. But he thanked them anyway.