Eira's POV
In that dimly lit drawing room, I could clearly see him, his expressions and the silent emotions in his eyes.
But I got back to my senses and decided to say something, as silence would only make things awkward for me. I wasn't used to being this way.
"Did I wake you up?" I asked, my voice low, maybe a little hesitant.
"You did well," he replied, his thumb gently brushing at the back of my palm.
"Why are you not sleeping in the room?" I asked again.
"You weren't there," he replied, his eyes not leaving mine, "without you it felt empty."
I didn't know what to say. He must have felt in his absence I already left his room. We had been sharing it since the start.
"I… Raven…"
"I know," he interrupted me gently, "Don't worry. I just felt better here in the open."
I knew he had always been understanding towards me, not creating unnecessary drama.
"You should sleep more. You must be tired," I said, my intention was to not disturb him anymore.
