So many things!
By Ignas, so many things she would rather not think about it.
“It feels terribly hot all of a sudden.” She stepped away from the window and Syon's gaze followed her with confusion. “Are you sure the object that fell was the Moon's Gift? Are you sure it wasn't the Sun?”
Syon’s worry increased. “You are sweating. Shall I get a healer?”
She shook her head. That didn't feel necessary. It just felt like she had on too many garments, but all she had on was her dress, so what was going on?
That Moon’s Gift must be filled to its brim with heat. Syon just couldn't feel it because his body must be used to it by now.
“You should—” Syon had taken a step forward, then he had stopped abruptly, then taken two steps back.
Another.
So three.
“Milady,” his voice sounded deeper, and she was forced to look up at him, but he wasn't looking at her, “you should soak yourself in the bathing tub. Do not leave this room for tonight. It might get dangerous.”
