Lucivar inhaled deeply.
He turned his head uncomfortably, checking the time, realizing that it was already ten o'clock.
"It's ten already? Why do I still feel like shit?" He groaned, leaning his head back on the pillow again. "And why is it harder for me to breathe? Elira should get what I need right about now. I really should get up and check."
Just as he was about to get out of bed, he noticed a violet ball on his chest.
He propped himself up on one elbow and rubbed his eyes, trying to make sure he was seeing clearly.
Once he took another look, he realized that it wasn't a violet ball.
It was Leandra.
"Oh, right…"
Lucivar scratched the back of his head, recalling that Leandra wanted him to hold her.
She was shaken up, and he was only being a gentleman.
