Syria’s POV
“Kael…” I found myself speechless. “I-I… I’m not sure what to say…”
“No, it’s fine.”
“B-But-”
“I said that I'm okay. You don’t need to elaborate excessively about it. I understand.”
He didn’t want to argue. Instead, he extended his hand, took mine softly, and helped me in getting out of bed. His touch was gentle, as if he feared I’d shatter if he tugged too strongly.
We strolled together along the corridor, and before long, we arrived at the dining hall.
The dinner was… somewhat uncomfortable.
We faced one another. Occasionally, I noticed him gazing.
His eyes looked burdened, almost sad, as if there were thoughts lingering inside his head he can’t express.
I didn't want to force him, however, I told myself not to dwell on it, but it was difficult to overlook.
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