Come morning, as Camila stirred from her drowsiness, she gradually regained her senses. Rubbing her eyes, she beheld the person before her, slowly recognizing him.

"Isaac?!" she rasped, her voice still heavy with sleep.

“Why... why have you returned?"

As she spoke, she reached out to touch Isaac's face, verifying if she was dreaming or really living the moment.

His face felt warm to her touch.

The undeniable reality confirmed that it wasn't a mere figment of her imagination.

"But you had important matters to attend to, didn't you?" she queried.

Isaac held her tightly, his words resonating in a soft timbre.

“I miss you."

Her heart softened, surrendering herself to his embrace.

For this moment, she craved the warmth that only he could provide.

After a while, Isaac inquired, his voice filled with concern, “Why were you shedding tears?"

It was Laura's situation that had unleashed her emotions, the pain resurfacing as Isaac mentioned it once more. Her heart ached anew.

She replied in a hushed tone, “Laura... Something happened to her..."

Isaac furrowed his brow. He had no deep connection with Laura, so her situation didn't hold particular significance for him. Yet he understood that Camila was grappling with the series of distressing events.

Not knowing how to console her, he only provided sympathy through his mere presence.

She struggled to regain control of her emotions, seeking to calm herself. Lifting her chin slightly, she inquired, “Will this delay your work?"

"No," Isaac assured, sweeping his fingertips gently across her brows.

He brushed aside the strands of hair obscuring her vision and tucked them behind her ears.

"I am here with you. You can rest for a while longer."