She pressed her lips together, breathed carefully, and tried very hard not to think about the fact that Damian's forearms were right there, the muscles shifting under his skin as he typed, and that she could feel the warmth of Silas's body through the blanket even though they weren't touching, and that Damon had just come back into the room and the particular combination of his scent and presence was doing something deeply inconvenient to her concentration.
The bond pulsed.
She felt all three of them go slightly....still.
Oh no.
They could feel it. Of course they could feel it. The bond went both ways, always, and whatever her body was currently broadcasting was apparently not subtle.
"Eve," Damian said, very carefully.
"I'm fine," she said.
"You're....."
"Fine." She met his eyes with everything she had. "Raphael said three days. I heard him. I am going to be so incredibly good about those three days."
A muscle in Damian's jaw flickered.
