Richard glanced at the clock on the wall. It was late—how could she keep doing this without getting tired?
The dim light was still too bright for him. Ashley thought he was being unreasonable. She gently pinched a petal made of golden thread, then took a black eye mask from the drawer and handed it to him.
"Here, wear this and go to sleep."
She dimmed the lamp a notch further, but this made it even harder for her to see.
In a moment of carelessness, a sharp needle pricked her fingertip.
"Ouch." Ashley quickly pulled her hand back, a bead of blood forming on her fingertip.
For some reason, seeing the drop of blood on Ashley's fingertip made Richard feel as if he had been pricked too.
Ashley took a tissue, wiped away the blood, yawned, and continued mending the clothes.
