Kyra rubbed her temples and sighed heavily. “I think I’m going to bed,” she murmured, avoiding Ryder’s gaze.
“Is something wrong?” Ryder asked, his tone laced with concern.
“It’s just a headache,” Kyra replied, her fingers pressing against her forehead. “Right here, in the front. It’s been bothering me all day.”
Ryder frowned. “Kyra, you’ve been getting those a lot lately. Are you sure it’s nothing serious?”
She waved him off, giving him a small, tired smile. “I’ll be fine. I just need some rest.”
He hesitated, watching her closely. “Have you eaten anything today? You’ve barely touched your food at meals.”
Kyra wrinkled her nose, her expression one of mild disgust. “Nothing sounds good. And when I do eat, nothing tastes right. It’s like everything is bland or… off.”
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