The fabric cascaded gracefully, reaching just above Eva's knees, with small ribbons adorning her shoulders to secure it in place.
It was a stark contrast to the dark, practical clothing she had worn earlier. The dress exuded femininity and fragility, accentuating her delicate features.
Xylon noticed she had changed her undergarments, now adorned in matching white. In the soft light of the room, the dress hinted at its translucence, adding to its ethereal charm.
While Xylon was clad in dark sleeping pants, his bare chest exposed to the moon light filtering through the curtains.
As he approached, he extended the cup of herbs towards her, his fingers brushing against hers as he passed it over.
"Here," he murmured softly, his gaze lingering on her face. "Akuna made this for you. It should help with the fever."
Eva ignored his gesture, her gaze drifting away as she remained lost in her thoughts.
