Anastasia is starting to be on edge.
As she silently watches Zen breathe away beside her bed, still in his dreamland, she suddenly feels an urge to reach out for his head. Patting it ever so lightly, she's surprised to find his tawny brown locks so soothingly soft that it's almost mesmerizing.
Now, he appears a lot cozier than earlier as he nestles in the comfort of her touch.
"How exactly did you know all that stuff about my senses? I'm aware that you're more than my captor, and because of that, I can't help but be dubious all the time..." Anastasia thought silently while she continued caressing his head.
"...Yet, you still look out for me like this."
That's when she remembers the journal she found in his room. Hastily rummaging through the pocket of her robe, she searches for the notebook and eventually finds it tucked safely in it.
She then heaves a sigh of relief before patting it, a knowing look gracing her frame.
