ELEANOR
"I'm moving you," Ciaran's voice echoed in the air before I even fully stepped into the room.
I hesitated in the doorway, my fingers still clutching the brass doorknob, and turned to face him.
He stood near the window, his arms crossed tightly across his chest, his expression an enigma that left me feeling exposed.
Moving me? Confusion rippled through me as I signed incredulously, my fingers dancing in the air with disbelief.
His gaze remained unwavering. "Yes. You're too exposed here."
I furrowed my brow, the implications of his words swirling in my mind.
So, closer to you is somehow safer?
Ciaran’s eyes held firm, his expression hardening, though he didn’t seem to grasp the challenge lurking in my signs.
"What the hell was that meant to mean?" He asked in confusion.
