Khan blinked, his senses sharpening to search for anything relevant, only to come back empty-handed.
Nevertheless, the mental connection and Liiza's gesture delivered an unmistakable message, prolonging Khan's silence and stupor, even making his glowing eyes go wide.
Liiza seemed to have no interest in speaking, but Khan's self-restraint started to dwindle after a few seconds in that situation. He peeked at the head nestled on his shoulder, hoping to receive a response, only to retract himself when he didn't get any.
Removing Liiza's warm and cozy resting spot would have normally earned Khan a pout, but a coy smile ended up blooming in his vision. Faint traces of a pale blush even started to affect Liiza, who kept pressing Khan's hand on her.
"[Are you-]?" Khan asked, instinctively using the Niqols' language, but failing to complete his question.
