Leon whispered softly to Olivia, tilting his cheek and affectionately rubbing against the girl's hair.
"I just..." Olivia turned around, placing her right hand on Leon's shoulder, her body instinctively moving closer, feeling his tangible presence.
"I dreamed you were hurt, I even dreamed of the dreadful fate that befell Selva..." The girl's voice grew sad, her right hand unconsciously gripping the fabric on his shoulder tighter, "I'm too weak; this isn't a one-on-one fight. If, like before, we face too many knights and soldiers attacking us, I fear I won't be able to protect you...
I can't bear the thought of losing you..."
Listening to Olivia's confession, Leon felt a surge of indescribable happiness that electrified his spine, warming his heart due to her show of vulnerability to him.
He extended his left hand to the side, covering the girl's tensely held hand that seemed afraid of losing him.
