"Hey," he said softly, his voice losing its usual teasing tone.
"At the very least, I'm alive, okay? So don't make such a face."
Cerys froze under his touch, her wide eyes meeting his. For a moment, she looked conflicted, as though unsure of whether to scold him again or fall into his reassurance. Her hesitation broke when she leaned in carefully, her arms wrapping gently around his neck. She held him loosely, mindful of his injuries, her warmth pressing against him like an anchor.
Mikhailis smiled faintly, ignoring the pain shooting through his side. He let his hand drop from her cheek, his fingers brushing against her red hair.
