Aya's POV
As my lashes fluttered open, I sighed and turned onto my side. There he was, Enikil. I'll never get used to calling him Apollo. My eyes went wide and I scooted up the bed. All he did was smile at me. I don't know if I can even trust him at all. I don't know who he is anymore.. What am I thinking.. One step at a time.
The fact that he's so still unnerves me. I am used to him levitating. "While you were busy with your thoughts, I visited the kitchens. They will be up with some blood for you momentarily." leaning forward in his chair, he looked down at his hands. "I'm sorry if you are not thirsty, I just.. I just wanted to do something nice for you. You slept for over a week, so I just figured.. You know." who was this God? Why would he want to do anything for me.
The way he is speaking.. My eyes widen as I relax a bit. Is this how he finally shows he cares? "A whole week, huh? So, did I miss anything interesting?" I asked him out of pure curiosity.
