I blushed as the burning cooled down. "You should sleep," he said, and I nodded. I yawned softly and closed my eyes.
I gently lay on the mattress, and Liora carefully tucked the duvet over my body. "Take care of her," she said, walking out of the room, and they nodded.
I tuned out everything as my lashes became heavier. I yawned softly and rested my head on the pillow. Just like that, everything went blank.
I groaned softly as I felt my body suddenly grow hot. I bit on my bottom lip and turned again. My head hurt so much, and I could feel my fever running high… just then I felt a wet rag placed on my head, and I opened my eyes.
Thyrian.
He didn't realize I was watching until I groaned.
"What's wrong?" he asked, and my lips parted. "My head hurts," I said. I never knew a hangover could make me feel like I wanted death. I touched my forehead, and Thyrian gently blew on it. The air made the coolness settle softly, and I stared at him, admiring his gentle features.
