"Rest with you?" Gale raised his brow. "Is that an invitation?"
"Ah—N-no, I-I just thought that you need rest. Since you… uhm… you just went to war… or something, I don't know much…" Swan stammered as she lowered her head bashfully. She fiddled with her fingers, trying to tell Gale to rest. "Y-you might get sick if you are too tired."
"I'm not a weak human. I cannot get sick, nor can I physically tire myself," Gale said.
He wasn't lying. Truthfully, he didn't need sleep nor would he fall ill to any disease. It was just the psychological pressure and stress that made him long for a comfortable rest, just so he wouldn't snap at anyone on sight. "But I'll take your offer."
Gale sat on the bed and wrapped his arms around Swan's waist to pull her deeper into his embrace.
Swan was so small compared to him, and it roused the protective feeling in his heart. He murmured, "I'm sorry, Swan."
