Elian sat on the bed, a warm blanket wrapped over his shoulders.
His eyes were blank as they stared at the walls, his head still heavy from taking in everything from Lucien.
Lucien had carried him all the way back to the cabin as he felt extremely dizzy after taking in so much. He could not still believe what he saw.
How could one live with such heavy secret? No wonder Lucien was the way he was, his childhood was robbed from him, and he was forced to live with a trauma that was too heavy for a child to carry.
Lucien hadn't said anything since then, only holding him close and giving him silent comfort. He knew Lucien was waiting for him to absorb everything before they talked.
The door quietly opened and Lucien walked in with a steaming bowl of soup.
"Here, I'll feed you." Lucien said as he settled beside Elian.
But as Lucien brought the food to Elian's mouth, Elian gently placed his hand on Lucien's wrist, shaking his head.
"I'm not hungry," he murmured.
