When Henry emerged from the bathroom, he found Livia still kneeling by her bag, staring at it with a conflicted expression. She looked lost in thought, her brows furrowed as if she were fighting some internal battle.
“All okay?” he asked, his voice pulling her out of her spiral.
She blinked up at him, her face flushing crimson as she nodded hastily. “Yes! I’m fine,” she said quickly before grabbing her clothes and dashing into the bathroom.
Henry watched her go with a soft chuckle, shaking his head. He could sense her unease, though he didn’t press her on it. Instead, he moved to the bed and lay down, switching off the main light and leaving only the soft glow of the bedside lamps. The room felt warm and calm, and he waited patiently, knowing she’d need time to gather herself.
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