Ilkar's gaze remained locked on Eiravyne for a long, intense moment after her words.
The tenderness in his eyes was now replaced by a penetrating focus, as if he were trying to ground himself in the reality of her presence.
"Do you still feel pain?" he asked, his voice gentle but tinged with concern.
Eiravyne shook her head slowly, her senses still reeling from the intimacy of the moment and the residual dizziness from his kisses.
Her mind was clouded, and she struggled to fully comprehend the shift in his demeanor.
"Did you sleep well?" Ilkar's voice was softer now, almost as if he were trying to reassure himself as much as her.
Eiravyne nodded weakly, her gaze still fixed on him with a mix of confusion and curiosity.
Ilkar's thumb brushed gently across her lips, his touch tender yet filled with an underlying tension.
