The door creaked open softly.
Urag stepped inside, and the moment Eiravyne saw him, her breath caught.
His face was pale. There was no armor of teasing smiles, just worry, worn plain and unhidden.
His jaw was tight, violet eyes shadowed, and in his hand, he held a simple cup that trembled ever so slightly as he walked.
He made his way to her bedside in silence, each step quieter than the last.
Then he sat, carefully, on the edge of the bed. Not too close, not too far. Just near enough that his presence might reach her if she wanted it.
He looked at her, only at her face. No lingering gaze, no wandering eyes. Only her.
"I… didn't know what to bring," he said finally, his voice low and rough. "But I thought this might help. It's warm… has herbs for the pain."
He extended the cup toward her .
Eiravyne reached out, her fingers brushing against his as she took the cup from his hands.
