During their stay, Elena continued to watch over the wounded, using her own healing magic to tend to their injuries. Though her magic was powerful, it took a toll on her, and Leon often found her resting by the fire at the end of each day, her energy drained.

One night, as they sat together, Elena showed Leon a trick she had learned with her magic. "Close your eyes," she said with a playful smile.

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Leon did as she asked, and a moment later, he felt something soft brush against his skin. When he opened his eyes, he found a small, glowing flower hovering in front of him, made entirely of light.

"It’s a charm of sorts," Elena explained. "For good dreams. I thought you might need it."

Leon chuckled softly, his chest tightening with emotion. "You really think a flower can fix my nightmares?"

"No," she admitted, her eyes twinkling in the firelight. "But maybe it can remind you that not everything is lost."

Leon gazed at the flower for a moment longer, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. Maybe she was right. Maybe there was still something left to hold on to.