Raelynn and Elion exited the examination room, leaving Sloane behind to her notes and instruments. The corridor outside the room was quiet with Raelynn felt the faint echo of her own heartbeat, which had only recently settled after the check-up. She was relieved that everything was fine with the baby, but the memory of the awkward incident in the library lingered in her mind, her cheeks still slightly warm.
Elion, ever the gentleman, placed a steady hand on her arm, guiding her down the hallway with an air of protectiveness that was hard to miss. "You don't have to hover, you know," Raelynn teased, glancing up at him with a playful smile. "You're acting like I'm made of glass."
Elion didn't even pause before responding, his tone as dry as ever. "Well, you do have a talent for falling."
Raelynn rolled her eyes, though the corners of her lips twitched. "That was one time—"
"A few times," he interrupted, raising an eyebrow in correction.
