Eon was pacing the room as he waited for Rielen to wake up. His thoughts slipped further and further into depression.
His hands were balled into fists. The muscles he had spent so long developing were trembling. It didn't feel like there was enough air in this room.
'What if she doesn't wake up?' He had only recovered enough to move her to the bedroom after the healer confirmed she was ok. Not daring to touch her more than that.
In fact the healer had offered to carry her up here, but he could not allow anyone to do that. How could he allow some strange man to just touch her like that?
His hatred for himself only increased once the bruises started spreading over her face. He had crossed the line.
Her beautiful, innocent face. Now splotches of black and purple. She truly looked like a victim of domestic violence in this light.
