Elijah looked serene as he slept in the armchair. The soft glow of the city lights illuminated his dark hair, and even from where Joana was lying on the couch, she could observe his chest gently rising and falling.
However, almost as soon as she woke, he stirred awake as well. He jolted with a start, his icy gray eyes opening instantly as if he had never truly been asleep. It seemed like his slumber depended solely on her own; the moment she stirred, it was as if a spell was broken for him, and he was fully awake once more. Their eyes locked as he regained his awareness.
"I'm sorry," Joana whispered. "I didn't mean to wake you."
Elijah rose abruptly. "Since you seem well enough now, you should go sleep in your own bed. It's hardly appropriate for you to sleep on the couch."
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