As the quiet settled in the room, Liam could sense the weight of Leonard's unspoken concerns lingering in the air like a heavy fog.
Despite the reassuring outcome of the healer's intervention, there was still an undercurrent of tension that seemed to cling to the walls of the chamber.
Liam shifted uncomfortably, feeling the weight of Leonard's gaze upon him as they stood watch over Ophelia's still form.
It was clear that his friend was wrestling with something, his thoughts swirling in the silence between them like leaves caught in a tempest.
After a long moment of silence, broken only by the soft sound of Ophelia's steady breathing, Liam cleared his throat, his voice breaking through the stillness like a bell tolling in the night.
"You don't have to worry, Leonard," Liam said softly, his tone gentle yet resolute. "I don't have any intentions of pursuing Ophelia romantically."