(Darius' POV)
I closed the door quietly behind me, glancing once more at the hallway that led to Ayra's room.
She was finally asleep now.
I took slow, steady steps down the hallway, trying not to disturb the stillness of the night.
Just as I reached the end of the hallway I saw her grandmother.
"Darius," she called softly as she approached me, her hands clasped together.
"Grandma," I nodded respectfully, stepping closer.
"Is Ayra alright?" Her voice held concern, though her eyes remained calm.
"She's sleeping now," I said gently. "She was tired. It's been a long day."
Grandma nodded, her gaze softening. "Thank you, Darius. For everything. For helping with the party, and for being there for her."
I gave her a small smile. "Always."
She patted my shoulder affectionately before saying, "Good night, son. Get some rest."
"Good night, Grandma."
The air outside was cool, tinged with the scent of night-blooming flowers and wet earth.
