EVELARA
“I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” he said softly, looking concerned.
“I—” then pressed my lips and shook my head, “it's absolutely alright. I mean, I didn't expect you to be here.”
He chuckled softly, “well, it's the dinner for the tech. Competition, of course I have to be here, as the trainer of your group.”
“Oh, I see.” I blushed lightly, realising it was stupid of me.
I gazed up at him. He looked tired— A healer's duty leaving faint shadows under his eyes, but still composed and calm.
“Are you alright?” he asked gently, his eyes scanning me.
Somehow, his voice cut straight through the murmurs of people talking to each other, through the palace tension, and through the stupid heart burning in my chest…
“Yes,” I said, offering a small smile.
