Adela extended her free hand, resting it on the Viscount's shoulders to steady herself. Her fingers pressed into the fabric of his coat, and her voice held a tender yet commanding tone as she spoke, "Remain still. I will mend what needs healing."
He nodded in acknowledgment of her directive, refraining from moving as she tended to his injuries. Gratitude emanated from his gaze as he locked eyes with her.
The Viscount possessed one of the rare two-colored eyes in Emoria with a touch of pale-yellow encircling his pupils. These eyes gazed at Adela with a naked honesty, revealing a depth of emotion he no longer wished to conceal. Or was she finally willing to acknowledge his feelings?