Rain has never flirted with him before in a nonsexual manner. However, even now, Arthur does not feel her lust. Her words came from a place of affection rather than desire, and her touch was innocent.
For some reason, this made Arthur more guilty than being approached sexually. Even if he one day does sleep with a woman other than Diana, which he would never do, it would still be better than being intimate with someone else. At least, he could attribute it to desire, not love.
"I see that you are feeling better," said Arthur with a smile before looking at his hand, his meaning obvious. He wanted her to let go. "Are you not going to let me go? I have a war to participate in and cannot be the last one to rise."
"You are right," said Rain with a smile without further protest, and she let go of him before rising from her bed. Her silver hair resumed its color in the morning sun, which seeped through the tent's curtains. "You need to get dressed."
