Morvienne's gaze lifted to meet his with a haze of confusion softening the edges of her vision. Her brows knit together faintly, a small furrow forming between them as she tilted her head just a fraction against the pillow.
The movement sent a dull ache radiating through her shoulder, but she ignored it, her lips parting on a hesitant breath.
"What... is it?" she murmured, her voice a fragile whisper that trembled at the edges, laced with uncertainty. Her eyes roamed his face, tracing the tight set of his jaw. "What—" she swallowed softly, "what did I do?"
Kael held her stare for a long moment. Then, without a word, he pushed himself up from the edge of the bed, the mattress shifting under his weight with a soft creak. His hand extended toward the bowl, water sloshing faintly inside as
