"—you mean—? "
"I… can't… no— yet."
Kyle stirred open his eyes from the faint, broken voice that reached his ears. His vision swam for a moment, and the world felt distant as if wrapped in a soft fog.
Then slowly, shapes took form. The first thing Kyle saw was the outline of the beautiful face with pink hair cascading down her shoulders.
'Sera... phina!'
The name brushed against his thoughts. She seemed to be speaking with someone in a low and careful tone.
'What was she doing in my room?'
'And who is she talking to?'
Seraphina noticed the slight twitch of his muscles, as her pink eyes flickered down to meet his blue ones, and a light blush crept on her cheeks.
"Ah—sorry. Did I wake you up?"
Kyle blinked; his vision was still hazy for some reason.
He pressed his hand on his temple, trying to remember what had happened—
"Don't move,"
Seraphina said softly, pressing her glowing green hand on his forehead.
