I watched as Zidane stirred, his hand going to his head, a small groan leaving his lips. I watched him, wondering if he was fine now or if he would still try to grab me. I wasn't exactly sure what I would do if he ended up doing the second
"Leilyn?" He called, his voice low as he moved, his eyes darting around to look for me.
"Are you okay?" I asked, stepping a little closer, my hand tight around my robe.
He looked up to me, then gave a small grunt. "What happened?"
I immediately dropped the rest of the vase that I was still holding, then covered the distance to him, my hand cupping his face, my chest heaving as tears filled my eyes.
"Are... are you really okay? Are you?"
Zidane took in a deep breath, then sat up, his face set in a deep frown. He looked at me, and for a minute, some
