Oak's eyes widened fractionally at my words, a flicker of surprise crossing his features before he schooled his expression back into its usual mask of calm. He shifted under the mound of blankets, wincing slightly as he propped himself up against the headboard.
"Your senses are... impressive, I have underestimated you," he said after a moment, his voice hoarse but regaining some of its usual smoothness. "I hadn't realized you'd be able to discern so much from a simple touch,"
He spoke like he regretted letting me touch him rather than actually commending my ‘senses’.
I snorted, folding my arms across my chest as I leaned against the wall. The room's oppressive heat was beginning to make me sweat, but I refused to show any discomfort. "There's nothing 'simple' about that curse, Oak. It'
