The case was over, Engarde was begging for the chance to go to jail to escape De Killer, and the truth had come to light. Miles would consider that a victory on any other day, but there was still something that was bothering him. Something he didn't want to voice in front of the young Fey, Pearl. Would Maya be let go, despite the guilty verdict? Or would they be finding her body sometime in the next couple days? Just the thought caused his stomach to twist uncomfortably, and he didn't think he'd be able to find the words, even if he wanted to. But it seemed like he not worry, as they gathered in the lobby.
Maya's voice, strong and clear, sounded out moments before she rushed over to them. She didn't appear to be hurt, just a little worse for wear for being held captive like she had, but unharmed. There were tears in her eyes, her hands clenched at her sides as she stood before them. She was beautiful, and Miles couldn't help but think of how she's grown since the last time he's seen her. It made his heart give a funny little thump in his chest and he drew in a breath to speak to her, but he couldn't find the words.
"Maya!" Phoenix took a step forward, the relief clear on his face and in his voice, a hand lifting towards her almost uncertain that she was even standing before them.
"Mystic Maya!" Pearl cried out, wiping at her eyes, unable to stop the tears from flowing.
Maya's lip wobbled as she held in her own tears before she stepped forward, wrapping her cousin in a tight hug. She held it for several long seconds before pulling back. She gave her a reassuring smile, wiping the tears off her cheeks, before turning her attention to Phoenix. She stepped towards him, not hesitating before wrapping him in a hug, burying her face against his chest. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, resting his cheek on the top of her head, breathing her in. "Thank you for saving me Nick." Her voice was soft, but clearly audible to those around them.
"I would never abandon you Maya. No matter how long it took, or what I had to do, I'd make sure you were safe."
Miles felt something clench in his chest, his throat feeling tight. Every inch of him was screaming to interrupt the moment, to tear them apart, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He could mention his part in her rescue, could pull her away from Phoenix and put her attention on him, could have her express her gratitude to him. But... she would never look at him the way she looks at Phoenix. It was clear where her affections lie, and they weren't with him. It looked like it was just another thing he was going to lose on, and that hurt more than any loss in court.