As if feeling their eyes on him, Angel stirred from his sleep and opened his eyes. The baby didn't move nor blink for a while; he just stared into space, and then, sighing as though he carried the weight of the world on his tiny shoulders, he turned to lay on his back. He dipped his chin downward, peering at the two who stood at the foot of the bed, watching him.
As if realizing he was in a strange room, the baby glanced around and then pushed his chubby body into a sitting position with a little difficulty, staring back at them, his brows knitting together.
Nobody moved as he looked from one to the other. In that silent moment, while he seemed to be deciding whether they were strangers or not, Evenly subconsciously moved closer to Rav, slipping her hand around his forearm again, gripping more tightly this time. Through their mind link, she asked, "Why is he staring at me like that?"
Why was she suddenly feeling cold and sweating at the same time?
