When Anaya woke up, it was already midnight.
Smelling the familiar scent of herbs on the man, she straightened up and turned her head.
Hearst was also looking at her. His eyebrows were long and his eyes were bright.
The side of his face was extremely good-looking with a Roman nose and a clearly defined lower jaw.
When their eyes met, Anaya felt shy and hurriedly looked away.
"Did I sleep on your shoulder?"
"Yes."
"Sorry."
"It's fine."
"Are you still not going back?"
"I'll stay here with you."
"You can go back. There is nothing here. I can do it alone."
She had already troubled him enough and couldn't continue to bother him.
"I have to watch you take medicine."
"I can eat it myself."
"You need a pillow."
"I don't want to sleep anymore."
"What if you can't find water to drink later?"