Cassiopeia's View And I'm still so blue,

A shuddered breath escaped Morwenna as she collided into her sister’s embrace, the years melting away with each touch. Her neck entwined with Gjalla's, bodies curved to fit like they’d never left one another. She pressed kisses into the silvery fur along her sister's neck, inhaling the familiar, grounding scent that could only be Gjalla—a blend of juniperberries and something achingly comforting.

Oh, Gjalla, she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. She felt a weight lift from her shoulders, one she hadn't known she'd been carrying until this very moment. The relief flooded her, settling into her bones as though she'd finally found her way back home.

When she pulled back just enough to search Gjalla’s face, a gentle smile touched her lips. Skoros issi ao kesīr? she whispered, almost afraid that asking the question might shatter this fragile, beautiful moment.