Davien heard a small sniff beside him. His eyes flew open, and Bel's familiar scent filled his nostrils, mingled with the smell of tears. She was crying beside him, and Davien couldn't understand why.
"Bel," he called out, he wanted to attend to her quickly, to figure out what was wrong. He tried to move, but his limbs felt too heavy—so much so that he couldn't even turn his head to look at her.
Bel uncurled from beside him, lifting her head at the sound of his voice. "You're awake," she said, her eyes wet from crying. Some tears clung to her lashes and her eyes were a little puffy.
"Why are you crying?" His voice softened as he tried to lift his hand to wipe her tears, but it wouldn't budge. A frown creased his forehead as confusion crept in.
Bel broke into a smile and gently lifted his hand to her face. "Do you not remember?" she asked, pressing his palm against her warm cheek, which seemed to reinvigorate him.
