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.