"Are you sure he woke up?" Xara frowned as she stared at Aether's unmoving body.
Emberlyn nodded, her expression tight and serious, fingers curling into the fabric of her sleeve. "I am sure. Believe me. I saw it clearly. His fingers moved, not just once… they reacted, like he was trying to pull himself back."
Xara hummed softly. Her eyes traced his form, lingering on his arms, his shoulders, the faint lines of muscle beneath his skin. She pressed her fingers gently against him, searching for tension, for resistance, for even the smallest involuntary twitch that might confirm Emberlyn's claim.
But there was nothing.
No tremor or stiffness.
Only Aether's steady breathing.
Xara straightened slightly, her gaze returning to his hand. "Are you absolutely certain it moved?" she asked quietly.
Emberlyn clenched her fist, "I told you, I saw it with my own eyes. It was not my imagination. His fingers twitched, just like someone struggling to wake up from a deep dream."
