The salty breeze of the sea brushed past my face as I stood on the docks of Teraquin Kingdom's harbor, staring at the vessel in front of me. It wasn't just any boat—it was a beauty. Sleek, elegant, clearly well-crafted, and anchored there like a scene out of a romantic painting. Honestly, it looked more like a royal gift than a boat for a casual trip.
"You really didn't need to go all out like this, Bryelle," I said, though I couldn't hide the smile on my lips. I was impressed—and, truth be told, a little touched.
Behind me, Bryelle giggled softly, her hands resting lightly on the arms of her wheelchair. Her face was lit up with a proud, bright smile. "If I didn't go all out, Elder Sister would be sad. And I want her to be happy, so I'm happy to help you."
"Can't really imagine her being sad about anything… well, anything except maybe you," I said with a chuckle.
"She was sad when you left, though," said another voice—one I recognized immediately.
