Jaee McIntyre stepped off the boat, her feet sinking into the soft sand as she took in the tranquil surroundings. This was a place meant for healing, but she felt the weight of her loss heavy on her heart.

Zyon Baxter sat alone at a wooden table, his eyes scanning the horizon. He was used to solitude, but the stories shared in Wynn had taught him the power of connection. "It's peaceful here, isn't it?" he said, noticing Jaee approaching.

Jaee sat across from Zyon, her voice barely a whisper. "I lost my best friend. I can't seem to move past it." Zyon nodded, understanding her pain all too well. "My brother was my hero. It never gets easier, but it helps to talk."

Jaee closed her eyes, focusing on the sound of water, trying to let go of the past. Zyon, sitting nearby, found comfort in the shared silence. "Sometimes, I think they're still with us in moments like these," he murmured.

Jaee and Zyon walked along the shoreline, the waves lapping gently at their feet. "I think Serona would have loved this place," Jaee said, a small smile breaking through her sadness. "And Kallias would have told me to stop moping and enjoy the view," Zyon replied with a chuckle.

Jaee and Zyon sat together, feeling lighter than they had in months. "Here's to new beginnings and to those we've loved," Jaee toasted, raising her cup. "And to the friendships that help us heal," Zyon added, clinking his cup with hers, a sense of peace settling over them.