Aesther nodded, not interested in letting in any more worries to tire her mind as she tried to lay down but then, Aesthershe realized they were short of space.
"Borrow me your lap."
Ezrahl frowned, wanting to refuse but there was no choice. The dizziness dulled as she rested on his lap, but the burn of fever was feeling more apparent.
Aesther was not worried.
Something like this was only natural and although it made her feel so exhausted, Aesther knew that if the situation became urgent, she would be able to fight almost as well as she can do it in her prime form.
But she could not sleep.
There was this subtle air of promising darkness around Mournhelm. It haunted and taunted her resolve.
Aesther slightly pouted her lips as she noticed Ezrahl has not closed his eyes either.
"I am bored," she whispered.
"Can you sing for me?"
