Aiden woke up three days later in the middle of the night.
In his dream, Perimedes had just killed Lord Auguste of Canterbury and escaped with a woman from the lord's castle.
He was thus somewhat disoriented to find himself in a dimly lit bedroom, lying on a soft mattress with one of Ryan's arms intimately wrapped around his chest.
Aiden stared at the familiar ceiling in a daze.
After some time, Ryan too woke up.
"Aiden...?"
Ryan pulled Aiden into an embrace and pressed a kiss against his lips. "How are you feeling?"
"I..."
Aiden coughed a few times.
"My throat hurts," he said with a hoarse voice.
"Don't talk too much. I will bring you something to soothe your throat," Ryan said.
He was about to climb off the bed when Aiden pulled at his wrist.
"Don't go," he said. "Ryan, stay with me."
It must be a scary experience, accepting the Eye into his body.
"Okay, I won't go anywhere. I will accompany you," Ryan said.
He peppered Aiden's face with kisses and cuddled him.
