Daemon didn't speak immediately. He kept a calm expression and stroked the brown hair, before looking into the eyes waiting for an answer.
"I fought the world, and I lost. I have been forced to bend my knees, but never again. I'm back for good, and nothing, no one, will make me go away. Okay?"
Daemon's voice was calm, but she knew him, she knew of his pride. She met his calm dark eyes with her own, and nodded, accepting his promise softly.
"Hn."
Nevertheless, the answer might be cryptic, but that was enough for her. It was enough that her last six years had not been in vain, that she had managed to get an answer. Instead, she felt sorry for what he had been through that she never knew about, but she didn't pry anymore.
Daemon smiled again, and repeated softly:
"Sleep."
This time, Evelyn said nothing more. She smiled and closed her eyes, losing herself in the caress of her hair by the warm large hand.
