A soft rustling sound stirred Lunara from her sleep. Her eyelashes fluttered as she slowly opened her eyes, adjusting to the dim hospital room. The scent of antiseptic lingered in the air, and the white surrounding made her eyes hard to open.
She blinked a few times, trying to process her surroundings, when her gaze landed on a familiar figure.
Eryx was slumped in the chair beside her bed, his chin resting on his palm, head swaying slightly with each slow breath. His suit jacket was draped over the armrest, and the faint crease between his brows remained even in sleep.
Lunara's lips parted in surprise. 'When did he arrive?'
For a moment, she simply watched him, uncertain whether to feel touched or annoyed. Her last memory was Naomi fussing over her before exhaustion pulled her under. Yet now, he sat beside her, his usual composed demeanor softened by sleep.
