Jora let out a soft breath, shoulders sagging as she leaned against the counter for just a moment, letting herself feel the exhaustion settle into her muscles. Her hands rubbed at her stomach absently, a reminder that even in all of this, she needed to care for more than just herself.

She glanced over at Sage, then back toward the couch. The offer was tempting, and she knew he was right—rest would do her good. She allowed herself a small, grateful smile and moved toward the spot he’d patted, settling down beside him with a quiet sigh.

“Thank you,” she murmured, letting her head rest lightly against his shoulder. Her eyes fluttered closed for a brief moment, but her senses stayed alert, listening to the faint sounds of the island at night, the distant lapping of waves against the shore. Every creak of the house, every rustle in the trees, still held her attention, but she let herself relax against him, grounding herself in his presence.

Her hand found his, curling fingers around his palm automatically, needing that connection as much for comfort as for protection. “I’ll stay light on my feet,” she murmured softly, mostly to herself, “but… just a little rest. For now.”

Her breathing slowed, her heartbeat settling into a steadier rhythm as she let the warmth of the fire and the steady presence of Sage anchor her. Even with the threat outside, even with the storm that had just passed, she allowed herself this small reprieve, trusting him to hold their home and family while she gathered her strength.