[ And like this, she's content to drift into sleep alongside him, wondering not about the future or other versions of him that there might be, but of the present and the only Noctis she's known and grown to love. She's his. He's hers. Not as objects to each other, but belonging, a sense of home, comfort, safety, and care, all of which she also wishes to protect within the time they have together. ]
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