Byron just looked up, only to be pushed back down by Memoria.
"Don't move, let me check your injury!"
Pressing down his head, she slightly lifted hers to look at his back. Seeing the bandage was still properly in place with no signs of bleeding, she sighed in relief.
"It's okay, you didn't hit the wound."
From his chest, the man spoke in a muffled voice.
"Can I get up now?"
Memoria snapped back to reality and noticed her earlier urgency; she had directly embraced his head to her chest, his face now nestled against her bosom.
Through the thin summer dress, she keenly felt his breath against the fabric, as if it were directly touching her skin.
Her heart started to pound violently.
Memoria quickly released her arms, and Byron slowly supported himself upright, at which point she immediately jumped out of the bed.
"You... rest well... goodnight!"
In a rush, she dashed out of his room as if escaping, not even managing to wear her shoes.
