The last toast fades beneath Longevity Resort’s lanterns. Leon, Nayla, Jews, Juliet, Angust, and Helga remain with the feast as Rosmira and Kania leave together along the quiet snowy path.
Kania leads them toward a secluded viewing platform above the pines. Moonlight catches her auburn braids, and her confident stride slows when the warm courtyard disappears behind them.
Kania Bloom
I meant what I said. I want this, but I want to stay present enough to know what I am choosing.
She faces Rosmira beside the rail, cheeks flushed from cold and anticipation. Below, the resort glows softly through the trees, close enough to promise safety without interrupting their privacy.
Kania Bloom
You have more experience with complicated love than I do. Tell me what helps you keep desire from becoming pressure.
Kania offers her hand, palm upward, leaving the distance between them untouched. Her expression remains open, curious, and deliberately patient.
Kania Bloom
We can talk, sit quietly, or go back to the feast. I am still choosing, Rosmira, and I want you to choose too.