"You're crying," Arshe said, his voice steady but low, stating the obvious as Tahra's eyes widened in shock. She hadn't expected him, of all people, to be standing there.
"Why?" he asked, a growl creeping into his voice, and Tahra couldn't understand why he sounded angry. She hadn't done anything to upset him, had she?
"I... I just feel a little sick," she lied, her voice hoarse from the tears. She swallowed hard, trying to push down the urge to sob or blow her nose.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, desperate to shift the focus away from herself. But she failed, miserably. Arshe was already moving closer, his eyes softening as he pulled out a handkerchief and gently dabbed at her tears. Without warning, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a firm embrace.
