Lev was confused by the air that had went suddenly tense. He didn't know what to say as he could see Ilyana was mad but if he were to say something, wouldn't she hate his presence and shoo him off? Certainly being kicked out by her wasn't something he want after hours of praying he could see her again.
His green eyes felt blessed seeing her beautiful face. Lev was certain that angels must have wept the moment Ilyana was born. He noted that her beauty was something anyone would die for and put them to envy even including those angels from Heaven who god had made personally.
"You won't speak?" Ilyana's voice brought him back from his daze. His gaze stared at her and he blinked, seemingly startled that she had spoken. Seeing it she crooked one side of her eyebrows, "Your face..."
