Elias quietly watched as she slept. Curled like a cat, she slept with her hands tightly gripping his. He sat by the edge of her bed, one leg crossed over the other as he observed her. He noticed strange habits of hers, like her occasionally twitching nose, the wrinkling of her brows, and how she scooted closer to him.
"Such a delicate little thing…" Elias gently pulled back her hair, so that she slept more comfortably. She was lying on her side and facing him. The poor thing didn't know the ability she possessed.
Adeline spoke of love and compassion as if she did not know who she was. There was only one person in this world who could teach him those emotions.
Elias slowly shook his head. She was as much of a fool as she was wise. Their conversation had long died off. He had finally convinced her to sleep a few hours before this, but she was still holding onto his hand.
