The morning light streamed gently through the curtains of the room, casting a soft glow on the sleeping forms of the Winx Club. The night had passed peacefully, with Flora now resting comfortably in the safety of her friends' embrace. Her breathing was slow and even, her face peaceful, no longer haunted by the shadows of the nightmare that had gripped her earlier.Bloom sat by the bed, her eyes soft with concern but also filled with warmth as she watched over Flora. The rest of the group had already gone about their morning routines, but they knew to give Flora some time to herself after the distress of the previous night. Still, it didn't take long for one of them to peek in and check on her.Stella, always the first to break the silence, was the first to approach. "How's she doing?" she asked softly, her voice quiet so as not to disturb Flora."She's sleeping peacefully now," Bloom replied with a small smile. "I think she just needed some time to feel safe again. Last night was hard on her, but I know she'll be okay."The sound of soft footsteps echoed behind them, and soon, Tecna, Layla, and the others had gathered by Flora's bedside. Each of them took their place quietly, watching over their friend, each in their own way showing their care and support.Helia, standing near the door, glanced at the group, his expression gentle. "Flora's strong," he said, his voice low. "But even the strongest need to be taken care of sometimes. She's been through so much."Bloom nodded, her gaze still focused on Flora. "I think she's still carrying a lot of weight inside," she mused, her voice thoughtful. "She's always so focused on helping others, but sometimes, she forgets that she needs help too. We need to make sure she knows it's okay to lean on us.""I agree," Tecna said, her arms crossed as she studied Flora. "She's always been the gentle, nurturing one in the group. She hides her vulnerabilities behind that strength."Layla nodded as well. "Maybe this regression is a way for her to reconnect with her childhood self—the part of her that was free from the responsibilities she carries now. It's not a weakness, but a way to heal."Musa, who had been sitting quietly near the window, finally spoke up. "It's like when we all need time for ourselves to process things. Flora just needs a different kind of care right now. The kind that helps her feel safe enough to be vulnerable."Stella looked down at Flora, her expression tender. "I think it's a good thing. She's always the one looking out for us, but now it's time for us to look out for her."Just then, Flora stirred, her eyes fluttering open. She blinked a few times, disoriented, before her gaze landed on the faces of her friends around her. The comforting presence of their support was a balm to her heart."Good morning, Flora," Bloom said softly, reaching out to gently stroke Flora's hair. "How are you feeling?"Flora shifted slightly, a small frown crossing her face as she sat up a little, her blankets pulling with her. The remnants of last night's fear still lingered in her eyes, but they softened as she saw the concerned faces of her friends surrounding her."I... I'm okay," Flora whispered, her voice soft. She reached up to wipe a stray tear from the corner of her eye. "I'm sorry about last night. I didn't mean to scare everyone."Musa immediately shook her head. "Flora, you don't have to apologize. You don't have to be perfect all the time. We're all here for you, no matter what."Tecna added, "What you're going through is something we can all understand, in one way or another. We all have our moments, and it's okay to ask for help."Flora's eyes misted with gratitude, the warmth of her friends' words soothing the rawness she had felt from the nightmare. She had always been the one to offer support, to help those in need, but in this moment, she realized just how much she needed her friends. They weren't just her teammates—they were her family.Stella smiled brightly, kneeling beside Flora's bed. "You're allowed to have moments like this, Flora," she said gently. "And you don't have to go through them alone. We'll be with you every step of the way."Flora's heart swelled with emotion, the weight of the previous night's fears now starting to lift as she allowed herself to trust in her friends' words. "Thank you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, but full of gratitude. "I think I've been so focused on helping everyone that I forgot it's okay to need help too."Helia, who had been quietly watching from the doorway, stepped forward and sat beside Flora on the bed. His presence was comforting, grounding. He placed a hand gently on her shoulder, his voice soft and reassuring. "Flora, we're all here because we care about you. You don't need to be strong for us all the time. We want to help, to support you when you need it."Flora closed her eyes, letting the sincerity of his words wash over her. "I think I'm just scared," she admitted, her voice small. "Scared of being weak, scared of what would happen if I let myself be vulnerable. I've spent so much of my life being the one who takes care of others, I'm not sure how to let others take care of me.""I understand that feeling," Layla said softly, her voice full of empathy. "It's hard to let go of that role, especially when you're used to being the one people rely on. But there's nothing wrong with needing help. It doesn't make you weak. It makes you human."Flora looked up at her friends, feeling a small but growing sense of relief. For the first time in a long while, she felt that she wasn't alone in this. She wasn't expected to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders all by herself."Would you... would you stay with me for a while?" Flora asked, her voice hesitant but full of longing. She wasn't sure if she was ready to face the world outside the comfort of her friends' presence, but she knew one thing for certain: she needed them, and she wasn't afraid to admit it anymore."Of course," Bloom said without hesitation. "We'll stay with you for as long as you need. You don't have to be alone."Stella beamed, her eyes twinkling. "We can play with toys again if you want! Or maybe take a walk in the garden! Whatever you need, Flora."Flora chuckled softly, her heart lightening with the genuine care her friends were showing. "That sounds nice," she said, a small but heartfelt smile tugging at her lips. "Maybe we could take a walk... or just sit in the garden for a while."With that, the group made plans to spend the day together, offering Flora all the comfort and support she needed. They didn't push her to do anything she wasn't ready for. Instead, they simply spent time with her—whether it was sitting in peaceful silence, chatting, or even playing with the blocks and toys from the day before. Flora was beginning to realize that vulnerability didn't mean weakness—it meant trust. She trusted her friends enough to let them see her at her most fragile, and they had responded with nothing but love and understanding. And in that trust, Flora found the strength she had been searching for all along.---### **A New Beginning**As the day unfolded, Flora felt herself slowly healing. It wasn't just about playing or spending time in the garden—it was about the quiet reassurance that she was allowed to be human, that it was okay to need others. Her emotional regression, her moments of vulnerability, were part of her healing journey, and she didn't have to face it alone.The Winx Club, ever patient and loving, continued to stand by her side, offering their unwavering support. Together, they formed a circle of comfort that helped Flora find her way back to peace. And in that peace, Flora knew one thing for certain: she had a family in her friends, and that was more than enough to help her heal, one step at a time.---
