Lady Sophia turned slowly, her eyes fluttering open. Dusk had fallen upon them, and the room was dark, only slightly illuminated by the burning torch. It cast the room in a warm glow, and she gave a small sigh, then turned on her right.
"Careful. You are going to hurt your hand." Prince Alexander's voice was a low whisper, and she felt his hand move lightly against her injured one. He was lying to her right, his eyes fixed on her, his hair tucked away.
"Alexander."
He nodded. "How do you feel?"
She swallowed, then adjusted, so she was facing him now, her injured right hand still supported by his own.
"I...I feel fine. I probably needed to sleep."
"You can sleep more."
She shook her head. "I do not wish to. Have you been awake?"
He only moved his lashes in what she understood to be
