Clara felt a sense of relief. Emma wasn’t asking intrusive questions, but her smile and kindness gave Clara an unusual feeling of security.
After wandering through the shopping streets, Emma and Clara arrived at a small park filled with families and playing children. Clara stopped, watching the scene with a bittersweet expression.
Emma glanced at her. "It's beautiful, isn't it? Sometimes, I forget how precious simple moments like these can be."
Clara nodded, her gaze distant. "It’s… different. Everything here is so peaceful."
"You didn’t grow up in a town, I take it?"
Clara shook her head. "No. More in a… secluded place."
Emma smiled, accepting the vague answer. "So, are you here for urban adventures? I hope Luneclair lives up to your expectations!"
A genuine smile appeared on Clara's lips. For the first time in weeks, she felt almost normal, as if she could finally turn the page.
As they continued walking, a group of young people ran past, laughing loudly. One of the boys tripped and almost fell, but Clara caught him with a quick movement, her wolf reflexes sharper than she realized.
Emma looked at her with surprise. "Wow, you've got superhero reflexes!"