Hera felt her nerves tightening. It was one thing to face danger head-on, but now, injured and immobile, she was completely vulnerable. The thought of not being able to defend herself made her feel like a sitting duck in the open, and she hated this helplessness gnawing at her. Anxiety twisted in her chest, a quiet but relentless pressure.
Thankfully, her subtle cues had been enough; Xavier caught on almost instantly. She saw him texting her bodyguards, and relief washed over her. With only one usable arm and trembling fingers from the medication, it would've been impossible for her to type. Calling wasn't an option either; it would blow their cover.
She had planned to quietly whisper her concerns, but to her surprise and comfort, Xavier understood her without a word. Their unspoken connection, that quiet, dependable understanding between them, helped steady her. Hera exhaled a slow, subtle breath, trying to calm the rapid beating of her heart.
