Kyra's eyes softened with concern as she touched Damon's cheeks. "You have a fever," she murmured, worry etched across her face. Despite being a powerful dragon, Damon was still a living being who could feel pain and fall ill. She touched his forehead again, feeling the heat radiate from him.
Damon, his mind foggy with fever, hugged Kyra tighter, his rough cheek pressing against hers. "Damon..." she muttered, looking at him. His eyes were closed, and his hands kept rubbing her back and arms as if seeking comfort.
Seeing him in such a state was heart-wrenching, and the cold was intensifying, the temperature dropping to minus 90 degrees.
Kyra quickly leaned Damon against the cave wall. As she tried to pull away, he gripped her wrist and pulled her close again.
