Irea didn't reply at all. It seemed that the pain from her injuries was finally reaching her brain through the barrier of shock, adrenaline, and the painkiller spell. Her lips only trembled, refusing to even pry open.
But the answer was clear in her eyes. While Irea's face was torn by the torture of being burnt alive, her eyes were as calm as the surface of the ocean. As calm as human eyes could be.
"I will take that for yes, then," Layn said, approaching the girl and hugging her as if she didn't look like a monster with all her lacerating wounds. He hugged her tightly, seemingly ignoring the insane pain she had to go through when her burned-out wounds got squeezed and rubbed.
