Ilyin was jerked awake as she opened her eyes. It felt like she was kicked out of the dream as soon as she met eyes with him.
“Ma’am?” Etra immediately rushed to Ilyin’s side, but Ilyin stopped her by putting up a hand.
“Is there something wrong?” Etra asked, her voice filled with concern.
Ilyin shook her head as she tried to control her rough breathing. Then she thought of the last thing she saw in the dream. The almost white blond hair that was waving in the wind and the deep violet eyes that looked straight at her as if he could see her.
“Ma’am?” Etra put her hand on Ilyin’s forehead, “Did you… Have a dream?”
She was now one of the few people that knew what it meant for Ilyin to have a dream. Ilyin let out a shaky breath, looked up at Etra and shortly nodded.
“I did but…” Ilyin couldn’t help trailing off.
It was different from the usual. Ilyin remembered the eyes that pierced through her and the feeling of the soft fabric against her fingertips. She had goosebumps. His physique looked like a human from the back, but the eyes definitely didn’t belong to one.
Who was it? No, what was it?
“Ilyin, are you asleep?” Right at that moment, Aden’s voice was heard from outside.
Ilyin’s eyes widened. Her head that had cooled from the previous fever quickly picked out the necessary points. Out of all the things, the most important was this.
“Etra, how long have I been asleep?”
“Pardon?” Etra blinked her eyes at the sudden question.
“Just a few hours,” she quickly replied. She then looked at the clock and did math, “just over two hours.”
“…Two hours?” Ilyin muttered.
Not few days? Ilyin’s gaze quickly went to the door where Aden’s voice came from.
“Did Aden get treated?” Was the first thing she asked.
Etra laughed, “Of course. He’s all well now.”
Already? He was bleeding so much. Ilyin’s eyes widened in surprise.
“Ilyin?” Aden’s voice came again, this time a little more anxious.
Ilyin, still surprised, looked at the door again and quickly answered, “I’m awake.”
Aden then opened the door. There was no way he hadn’t heard the conversation with the supernatural hearing he had but for him to wait until she said it was okay was just out of courtesy.
Aden poked his head through the door and knocked on the door twice again. He smiled and asked, “May I come in?”
“Of course.” Ilyin couldn’t help chuckle. Etra bowed deeply to her as she retreated to give them some privacy. She did the same to Aden and left the room without a sound.
“Are you feeling better?” Aden immediately went to the bed Ilyin was laying on, his eyebrows creased in concern. He was wearing a thin shirt, which made him look like he was from the warm region.
“I didn’t get hurt,” Ilyin shook her head as her gaze went right to his left arm.
It was that arm where the arrow scraped him for certain but there was no sign of a wound. There should have been a bandage over it at least, but through his thin shirt, nothing could be seen. It was too cold to wear only a shirt.
Ilyin took out her hand from the comfy blanket. Her hand carefully touched his shoulder.
“Does it hurt?”
Her hand slowly traveled up and down the arm, her eyes fixed on Aden’s face for the slightest hint of any pain but no matter how much she touched it, Aden’s expression remained unchanged. In fact, he looked mildly amused at Ilyin’s behavior.
Aden looked at Ilyin’s hand that was holding onto his shoulder. There was no pain. It was gone a while back. The wound started to heal quickly the moment they entered the winter region.
After Ves observed it, she concluded that it was poison that his blood reacted to. She said she had to take a better look at what gauge what kind of poison it was. It seemed like there was poison on the arrow, but the effect was almost nonexistent. It meant that it was a pointlessly low amount that was on it.
In the end, he was completely fine. There was no reason that Ilyin should be looking at it and touching it so worriedly, but Aden didn’t stop her. The tip of her hand brushed his shoulder with a slight tremble.
Ilyin’s hand roamed his arm, but she softly rubbed the spot where she thought the wound would have been, “Does it hurt?”
Ilyin quickly flinched as Aden’s face, which was peaceful at first, slowly changed. His gaze was the same, but his lips started to become tighter. Like he was holding back.
“No,” his voice was strong and steady.
Really? Ilyin tried taking her hand off his arm, but Aden grabbed her retreating arm and pressed her entire hand against his arm. swallowed a surprised breath as she felt like he was pressing harder than she thought was okay.
“Are you okay?” she quickly let out.
“Of course.” The answer came a beat later suspiciously. Ilyin looked up his eyes. The eyes that were covered by long eyelashes seemed a bit foggy for some reason.
She finally forced her hand away from his arm.
“If you’re trying to make me worry less, it’s fine,” she muttered.
Aden shook his head and then let out a short sigh. He grabbed Ilyin’s hand.
“You don’t seem to believe me.” His expression showed determination, “Would you take a look at it yourself?”
“Pardon?” Ilyin raised her eyebrows in surprise.
“Whether there’s a wound or not.” He put his left hand on the button.
Why would you use your wounded arm?
Ilyin quickly put her hand on his, “Wait.”
She unbuttoned it for him, she had to check if the wound was treated. She felt uneasy that he was letting out short breaths unlike himself. She quickly but carefully unbuttoned his shirt.
“I’m really okay,” Aden whispered to her, who kept sighing out of worry.
Ilyin was jerked awake as she opened her eyes. It felt like she was kicked out of the dream as soon as she met eyes with him.
“Ma’am?” Etra immediately rushed to Ilyin’s side, but Ilyin stopped her by putting up a hand.
“Is there something wrong?” Etra asked, her voice filled with concern.
Ilyin shook her head as she tried to control her rough breathing. Then she thought of the last thing she saw in the dream. The almost white blond hair that was waving in the wind and the deep violet eyes that looked straight at her as if he could see her.
“Ma’am?” Etra put her hand on Ilyin’s forehead, “Did you… Have a dream?”
She was now one of the few people that knew what it meant for Ilyin to have a dream. Ilyin let out a shaky breath, looked up at Etra and shortly nodded.
“I did but…” Ilyin couldn’t help trailing off.
It was different from the usual. Ilyin remembered the eyes that pierced through her and the feeling of the soft fabric against her fingertips. She had goosebumps. His physique looked like a human from the back, but the eyes definitely didn’t belong to one.
Who was it? No, what was it?
“Ilyin, are you asleep?” Right at that moment, Aden’s voice was heard from outside.
Ilyin’s eyes widened. Her head that had cooled from the previous fever quickly picked out the necessary points. Out of all the things, the most important was this.
“Etra, how long have I been asleep?”
“Pardon?” Etra blinked her eyes at the sudden question.
“Just a few hours,” she quickly replied. She then looked at the clock and did math, “just over two hours.”
“…Two hours?” Ilyin muttered.
Not few days? Ilyin’s gaze quickly went to the door where Aden’s voice came from.
“Did Aden get treated?” Was the first thing she asked.
Etra laughed, “Of course. He’s all well now.”
Already? He was bleeding so much. Ilyin’s eyes widened in surprise.
“Ilyin?” Aden’s voice came again, this time a little more anxious.
Ilyin, still surprised, looked at the door again and quickly answered, “I’m awake.”
Aden then opened the door. There was no way he hadn’t heard the conversation with the supernatural hearing he had but for him to wait until she said it was okay was just out of courtesy.
Aden poked his head through the door and knocked on the door twice again. He smiled and asked, “May I come in?”
“Of course.” Ilyin couldn’t help chuckle. Etra bowed deeply to her as she retreated to give them some privacy. She did the same to Aden and left the room without a sound.
“Are you feeling better?” Aden immediately went to the bed Ilyin was laying on, his eyebrows creased in concern. He was wearing a thin shirt, which made him look like he was from the warm region.
“I didn’t get hurt,” Ilyin shook her head as her gaze went right to his left arm.
It was that arm where the arrow scraped him for certain but there was no sign of a wound. There should have been a bandage over it at least, but through his thin shirt, nothing could be seen. It was too cold to wear only a shirt.
Ilyin took out her hand from the comfy blanket. Her hand carefully touched his shoulder.
“Does it hurt?”
Her hand slowly traveled up and down the arm, her eyes fixed on Aden’s face for the slightest hint of any pain but no matter how much she touched it, Aden’s expression remained unchanged. In fact, he looked mildly amused at Ilyin’s behavior.
Aden looked at Ilyin’s hand that was holding onto his shoulder. There was no pain. It was gone a while back. The wound started to heal quickly the moment they entered the winter region.
After Ves observed it, she concluded that it was poison that his blood reacted to. She said she had to take a better look at what gauge what kind of poison it was. It seemed like there was poison on the arrow, but the effect was almost nonexistent. It meant that it was a pointlessly low amount that was on it.
In the end, he was completely fine. There was no reason that Ilyin should be looking at it and touching it so worriedly, but Aden didn’t stop her. The tip of her hand brushed his shoulder with a slight tremble.
Ilyin’s hand roamed his arm, but she softly rubbed the spot where she thought the wound would have been, “Does it hurt?”
Ilyin quickly flinched as Aden’s face, which was peaceful at first, slowly changed. His gaze was the same, but his lips started to become tighter. Like he was holding back.
“No,” his voice was strong and steady.
Really? Ilyin tried taking her hand off his arm, but Aden grabbed her retreating arm and pressed her entire hand against his arm. swallowed a surprised breath as she felt like he was pressing harder than she thought was okay.
“Are you okay?” she quickly let out.
“Of course.” The answer came a beat later suspiciously. Ilyin looked up his eyes. The eyes that were covered by long eyelashes seemed a bit foggy for some reason.
She finally forced her hand away from his arm.
“If you’re trying to make me worry less, it’s fine,” she muttered.
Aden shook his head and then let out a short sigh. He grabbed Ilyin’s hand.
“You don’t seem to believe me.” His expression showed determination, “Would you take a look at it yourself?”
“Pardon?” Ilyin raised her eyebrows in surprise.
“Whether there’s a wound or not.” He put his left hand on the button.
Why would you use your wounded arm?
Ilyin quickly put her hand on his, “Wait.”
She unbuttoned it for him, she had to check if the wound was treated. She felt uneasy that he was letting out short breaths unlike himself. She quickly but carefully unbuttoned his shirt.
“I’m really okay,” Aden whispered to her, who kept sighing out of worry.
