The next morning, Draven slowly opened his eyes, greeted by the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. He blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the brightness, but as he tried to shift his position, he frowned, feeling his head pressed against something surprisingly comfortable and soft. His eyes widened as he realized his head was resting on Rhea's chest.
He froze for a moment, feeling the warmth of her chest against his cheek. His heart skipped a beat as he felt one of her hands was tightly wrapped around him, holding him close, while her other hand gently stroked his hair in her sleep. Draven couldn't help but feel a mix of comfort and unease.
He glanced up, his gaze falling upon Rhea's half-asleep face. Her eyes fluttered, struggling to stay open. She was still murmuring softly, her voice laced with sleepiness.
"I'll take the pain away..."
