Kay's POV
Yuna! My voice rose sharper than I intended, urgency bleeding through. Your wounds need to be cleaned, and your fever's getting worse.
She stood near the bed like a shadow, trying not to be seen. Arms wrapped tightly around herself, knuckles pale, chin tucked.
Her bare feet shifted against the floor, but she didn't move. The look in her eyes wasn't fear. It was absence. Like she was floating somewhere far from this room, far from this pain.
I—
My voice cracked, brittle and hesitant, and the word hung there unfinished. Her gaze stayed glued to the floorboards, like even the act of looking up required too much.
I approached her slowly, careful not to reach out or close the distance too fast. She flinched at sudden movements, even the slightest ones.
So I merely gestured, a
