The next day, Devion woke up later than usual. He just opened his eyes when he noticed he was not the only one left in the room.
Ayen remained inside the room, staring at Devion. He decided to take a day off. He would soon be transferred, and so there was no need to work hard.
Their eyes met in an instant. Devion merely stared at him for a few seconds, and Ayen let him look without saying a word.
"Where's Khal?"
"He's downstairs."
"Doing what? Cooking?"
Ayen nodded. Khal insisted on doing so. Although he was not one to always cook, it was not that he did not know how. Simple dishes were doable.
"I see."
Devion sat and leaned on the headboard. Every time the curse kicked in, he often felt so weak for a few days. The miracle water from the jar might have stabilized him and let the blood he had lost quickly recover; it was never an instant process.
"He said... I have to watch over you."
