Ashen stood there, damp hair clinging to his face, his robe loose over his shoulders.
His eyes lingered on her face a little too long, as if reading every thought she tried to hide.
"Ashen…" she tried to call, but the words stuck in her throat.
He took a step toward her, his gaze boring into her face.
"Lumina…" he called her again and then crossed the room and sat at the edge of the bed as he pulled her to the bed.
His calm presence made her chest ache, but he didn't ask her why she looked shaken, nor did he press her to talk.
"Are you alright?" he asked finally, she didn't even know what was going on in his head but she couldn't give him the chance to doubt her.
"Yes," she lied quickly, pulling the blanket over her legs. "Just tired."
He studied her a moment longer, but didn't argue. Instead, he nodded once, stood, and turned away.
Lumina exhaled slowly, her chest tight. Did he hear everything? Did he hear Aunt Seraphina yelling at me?
