CIAN
I took Fia upstairs myself.
The halls were quieter up here.The kind of quiet that pressed in on your ears and made every thought louder. Fia leaned more of her weight into me the farther we went. She tried to hide it. She always did. But I felt the way her steps lagged, the way her breathing changed.
"You don't have to carry me," she murmured.
"I know," I said. "I still will."
Her room was exactly how she'd left it. The curtains were half drawn. Moonlight spilled across the rug in a pale stripe. I guided her to the bed and helped her sit, then eased her back until her head hit the pillows.
She sighed. The sound came out of her like relief she'd been holding all night.
I pulled the covers up over her. Tucked them in around her shoulders the way I'd seen healers do when they wanted a patient to stay put. She watched me with heavy eyes, lashes low, mouth soft with exhaustion.
"I'll have an Omega come sit with you," I said. "Just in case you need anything."
