Avelina got up on all fours, crawling to the edge of the bed. She looked at him, her arms trembling in deep confusion.
"D-Draven…" Her words came out in a whisper.
Draven, of course, heard her voice. He was not asleep but was rather bored, which was why his head was thrown back with his eyes lazily shut. He lifted his head and stopped his gaze on her.
His expression gave out his wordlessness, as he couldn't even mutter a single word. They just sat, gazing at each other.
One was confused and lost, while the other was too stunned—too shocked to see her finally awake. He'd expected she might just stay unconscious till the next day, considering he'd waited for so long and there was no progress.
"Avelina…?" He shot up from his seat and hurried towards the bed to touch and check on her, but Avelina crawled back away from him, her eyes widened in bafflement and speechlessness.
