Avelina glanced at her hands and slowly smiled, quite happy with it. It looked much better and no longer frightened her.
"It is good."
Draven ruffled her hair and stood up to his feet. He had the box taken away and asked Avelina, who was gazing at him, "Do you want to eat?"
"No." Avelina shook her head.
"Why?" Draven inquired.
Avelina shrugged. "I don't feel like it, and I have no appetite either. The thought of eating is making me nauseated."
"Oh…" Draven scowled. He was not okay with it, but he could not force her either. "Then, what do you think of sleeping this morning? You don't sleep well at night any longer, so I think it might be good if you could."
Avelina smiled at him and got into bed. Draven pulled the duvet over her and turned around to leave, but Avelina grabbed his hand, stopping him.
He glanced at her. "Hmm? Do you want something?"
Avelina shook her head.
