The last word packed all the resolve she had. So, as soon as she forced it out, her head sunk deeper into the fancy feathered pillows, breathing frantically again, exhausted from having to reply him.
Nexus straightened himself.
Of course it made sense. Right now, all she cared about was getting better. He could not even begin to understand her pain. With every breath she drew, it felt like her lungs were grazing against an axe's blade. Her skull was pounding nonstop with a diabolic migraine. She could not even turn her head by one inch without feeling like she had been slugged with a mason's mallet.
Etiquette was the luxury of those in good health. She on the other hand could not afford it right now.
Nexus' anxiety eased off. He had her full consent now. It was all the green light he needed.
"So then, shall we?"
