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The princess weighs barely anything, even though she is snuggled up against Syaoran’s side. He clenches and unclenches his fingers, and tries not to move lest he wakes her up. They arrived in this world only a couple of hours ago and the last feather has taken a toll on Sakura’s body, she needed as much rest as she could get. Syaoran closes his eyes and listens to the sound of her breathing. If this was—
—before—
Sakura would wake up with a smile, reminding him of all the times they snuck out of the castle as children, and hop to her feet. She would grab Syaoran’s hand and pull him further into the meadow. She would crouch down to inspect the flowers, chatter about the different shapes and colors, asking Syaoran to choose, and carefully weave two matching flower crowns.
For now, Princess Sakura sleeps on.
She is alive, and that’s all that matters.