After Draven finished applying the medicine, his hands paused, he hated the loud silence between them, and he also hated that he had no words to console her with. He stood up, casting a hesitant glance at Rhea, unsure of how to offer solace for the pain she carried. The room seemed to shrink around him, suffocating with her unspoken grief.
He raised his hand, a feeble attempt to comfort her, but he hesitated, convinced she might not want his touch after he had failed to protect her. A lump formed in his throat as he whispered, breaking the heavy silence, "I am sorry."
After saying that, he turned to leave, but an unexpected grip on his sleeve halted him. Startled, he looked back to see Rhea reaching out, tears streaming down her cheeks. Without a word, she pulled him forward, wrapping her arms around his waist as she burst into tears.
