Rose PoV
When I woke up, I was in bed, besides Saffron who was slumbering peacefully.
I sat up to make sure Anis was in her crib, but that was a bad idea as my whole body ached. The battle against Cyra felt like a bad dream now, but it was anything but a dream.
Taking a deep breath, I willed my body closer to the crib. A wave of relief washed over me upon seeing Anis nestled safely within, her tiny chest rising and falling with each breath. Her little hands snuggled Opus.
I gasped as I stared at the torn plushie. Wait, how did she get Opus? I remembered it falling to the floor of the boat. A wave of guilt hit me. I hadn't picked it up before the boat burned. Had Mariah grabbed it while I was distracted by the battle? Or had Anis somehow willed it back into being? She was more than just a cute baby. Despite not being a year old, she had mana that rivaled that of adults. And her future kid self had somehow projected herself to the past.
