Olessia was already done giving Ziven his medication a few minutes ago, and now she was heading to Kaive's room to give him his. She walked down the corridor, her mind refused to be still.
The discussion she had just had with Ziven sticked to her head. Over and over, the same moment repeated itself in her head, refusing to fade. She tried to focus on where she was going, on Kaive.
After Ziven told her he was thankful, Olessia thought she misheard, because that word did not fit him. This was a man who barely spoke to her, a man whose gaze felt cold, distant, he hated her. Yet he had said it clearly, sincerely, and without mockery, "thank you for taking care of me".
She stood there longer than she meant to, staring at nothing, she was confused on what he said. Men like him did not say such things to someone like her. The gratitude felt misplaced, and unsettling. It left her stunned, uneasy, and unsure what it meant... or what it changed between them.
