He entered the room and closed the door gently, leaning against it as he surveyed the dimly lit room. His purpose was to ensure it was safe and comfortable for his little mate.
His gaze fell upon her fragile form lying on the bed, her face turned toward the ceiling. He observed the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she breathed softly, noticing the tear streaks on her cheeks, a telltale sign that she had cried.
Approaching the bed where she lay, he sat down beside her. His fingers gently caressed her hands as he stared off into the distance.
He glanced at her when she stirred on the bed, sniffing, and he momentarily held his breath, hoping she wouldn't wake.
But she settled back into her slumber, allowing him to release his grip on her hands.
He rose and walked to the window, contemplating whether to take her away.
His mate was clearly distressed, and he couldn't disturb her by waking her up.
