Karl gave Eiravyne a reassuring wink before leaving, his words carrying a hint of both jest and sincerity.
"Please stay safe; he will kill me if anything happens to you."
Eiravyne, still feeling weak but touched by his concern, managed a warm smile.
"I- I feel better already, thank you, K-Karl," she said softly, her voice carrying a mix of gratitude and weariness.
Karl nodded and exited the room, leaving Ilkar and Eiravyne alone.
The tension in the room had shifted slightly with Karl's departure. Ilkar, still visibly agitated, sat down beside Eiravyne, his expression softening slightly as he looked at her.
"Eira," he began, his tone less harsh but still laced with concern, "I don't want you to push yourself too hard.."
Ilkar settled beside Eiravyne, leaning against the headboard of the bed.
He carefully cradled her body against his chest, his arms wrapping around her protectively.
