The doctor and Irielle moved toward the adjoining chamber to ready the necessary remedies, the room grew quieter.
Kana looked down at Lysera, who still clung to her like a child refusing to release a treasured toy.
Her lashes fluttered, lips parting slightly as if she wanted to speak, but only a faint murmur came out—something soft, indecipherable, and achingly vulnerable.
Kana's chest tightened. She brushed a damp strand of hair from Lysera's face, her fingers trembling.
"It's okay. I'm not going anywhere."
She whispered, her embarrassment fading under the weight of Lysera's fragile state.
Lysera's hold loosened slightly, enough for Kana to breathe more freely, though she still refused to let go completely.
Kana let out a shaky exhale, her cheeks still warm but her heart heavier now with concern than mortification.
The sound of clinking glass and rushing footsteps came faintly from the next room, but for this moment, it was just the two of them.
