Caym cupped Ingrid's face and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. "You are strong," he murmured softly, his voice laced with admiration.
"Hmm. Am I?" Ingrid whispered, her eyes downcast.
Caym smiled as he gazed at her. "Very much so," he replied. "And beautiful, as well."
Ingrid's brows furrowed in playful skepticism as she looked up at Caym. "So random," she remarked, a hint of amusement tugging at the corners of her lips.
Caym simply shrugged, his smile growing wider. "I was distracted," he said.
Ingrid couldn't help but chuckle at Caym's response. However, her amusement was short-lived as she felt a sudden tickle in her nose. Before she could react, a small bubble of mucus formed, catching her by surprise.
"..."
"..."
"..."
Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, Ingrid quickly covered her nose with her hand, her eyes widening in mortification.
She gazed at Caym silently for a moment.
