Eva held Xylon's hand between hers, her fingers tracing slow, delicate patterns on his skin.
She didn't meet his eyes, just focused on the warmth of his hand in hers, grounding herself after everything that had happened.
"I get it, you don't want to sleep," she said softly, her voice filled with understanding. "But can you at least tell me what happened? How we ended up back here?"
Xylon looked away, the frustration simmering just below the surface. He let out a breath, his jaw tightening as his thoughts churned.
"Were you expecting something different?" His voice came out harder than he intended, laced with bitterness. "Did you want to stay in Havag? Did you wake up hoping for a different reality?"
There was an edge to his words, as if he couldn't quite suppress the doubt gnawing at him.
The ordeal in Havag, X's betrayal, the way everything had unraveled—it had taken a toll on him.
