[Elara POV]
The silence that echoed never left. It only seemed like the friend I had made in those moments, as all I could hear were the whispers of the windblown, the crickets creaking, and bats fluttering.
My eyes went back to Kieran. He stirred as I leaned closer.
"His wounds," a thought escaped my mind. I wasn't yet sure if they had stopped bleeding. I had only managed to clean and dress them, but wasn't sure if it would do the trick.
My hands slowly moved, shaky. Hoping not to wake him up. I could feel his breath on my hands as it brushed his side.
A gentle touch on the wound I had dressed. As I tried checking it, but froze when I noticed Kieran's eyes open, catching mine.
"You should sleep," he rasped.
"So should you."
But neither of us moved, our breaths almost mingling, and for a moment I couldn't look away.
"Your injuries," I said, breaking the silence between us, "seem to have stopped bleeding."
Kieran gave a nod in response, "Thanks to you."
