Kana was still reeling from the dream—or whatever that nightmare had been.
Her heartbeat hadn't yet slowed, the phantom image of that colossal eye still burned into her mind.
She blinked hard, trying to push away the dizziness that made the world sway slightly.
Her mouth opened, perhaps to say something… anything… but before a single word left her lips, she was yanked forward.
Irielle's arms wrapped around her like a steel trap.
"Kana,"
The elf murmured, voice taut with urgency. She pulled back just enough to grab Kana's face in both hands, tilting it this way and that as if checking for cracks in porcelain. Her eyes scanned every inch of Kana's features, lingering at her temples, her cheeks, her lips.
Only when she was sure there wasn't so much as a scratch did her posture ease, and she exhaled a long, quiet sigh of relief.
"She's fine. The vision she experienced was purely spiritual. There's no physical harm to worry about."
