Alora opened her eyes with a smile on her face and tilted her head to look at Magnus, but to her surprise, he wasn't there beside her.
Confused, she sat up and stretched her arms, wondering if Magnus had woken up earlier than her. As she got out of bed and tied the knots on her dress, she slipped on her slippers. Taking the robe and wearing it, she went out only to find Magnus seated on the couch of the seating area.
However, she found him silent, as if lost in deep contemplation. Alora approached him and called out his name in her soft tone.
Her eyes spotted the blood on his hands, and she quickly dropped to her knees, gently taking Magnus's hands in hers. "What happened? Why are your hands..." she trailed off as she met his gaze. His eyes were dark red, filled with an unfamiliar, agonized emotion.
