{Elira}
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I hesitated before finally clicking Rennon's name. The line barely rang once before it connected.
"Rennon," I said softly. "Good evening."
"Good evening, Elira," his voice came through, calm and steady like always. "How are you feeling now?"
The concern hiding beneath his composure made my chest warm. I leaned against my pillow.
"Better. The nurse said I can take off the bandages tomorrow. I think she is right, the wounds don't even hurt anymore."
"I'm glad to hear that," he said. His relief was quiet but unmistakable. "You should rest early tonight. You pushed through a lot today."
"I already did," I said, smiling faintly. "I just woke up from a nap."
Just then, I heard a low chuckle that didn't belong to Rennon.
"Of course she called you first," another voice said, full of mock wounded pride.
My eyes widened. "Lennon?"
