"Right, you can read minds," I mumbled. This time, I was truly thankful that he could not read minds. My emotions were running wild and my head was filled with questions. If he knew about those emotions, I had no idea what he would think.
Because those emotions were mixed. There were fear, excitement, worry, care, and perhaps love. And with them all mixed, I could not think of how to not be anxious.
"You can rest here for a while. I'll order the maids to bring some clothes for you."
"You're going to leave?"
"No, I'll ask them through my mind," he said.
"Okay."
There was a silence. He was looking at the bruise on my neck. It was kind of big and looked painful, but was not in reality.
"That one is not painful," I said. "It looks scary, but it's no big deal."
He did not say anything, but hugged me suddenly. I was so startled that I almost made a weird sound.
