The silence that followed hung like a fragile thread between them.
Amon's hand remained on Syl's back.
He could feel her trembling. The previously quick and shallow breaths turned into small, uneven ones, trying to find rhythm again. Her skin was warm beneath his palm, and his gaze settled on the large scars left behind by the many-legged Golem and cauterized by Akane.
"Hey," he whispered. "I thought the walls made you feel safer."
"Ha!" Syl chuckled. Unfortunately, humor was not a good addition to the mix of emotions that swirled inside her, and almost caused tears to start going down her face. "It's not safety I'm worried about." She said, sneakily bringing the bed sheets to her wet eyes. "I'm just…" Syl bit her lip, her gaze still on the floor beyond the edge of the bed. "Thinking about stuff."
The flickering candlelight traced her profile, from the curve of her cheek, to the curve of her hips.