Celia POV
"Ready to meet my friends?" Caius asked as he lifted me into his arms.
"You don't have to carry me," I whispered into his broad chest.
Caius supports me as I put my feet on the floor. My legs were a bit wobbly, but I managed to take a step.
"We can walk," Stormy cheered in my head.
Stormy was unsure if that would ever happen again. I placed one foot before the other, but my knees finally gave out. Caius effortlessly caught me before I fell.
"Thanks," I muttered.
"Celia, you are still healing. Let me carry you for now."
I huffed but agreed with him as he lifted me again in his arms. His scent was overwhelming, more so than it was earlier. I nuzzled my nose into his chest and took a huge whiff.
Caius chuckled as my face once again showed my embarrassment.
"It's okay, lit
