*Deimos’ POV*
Kyros made me nervous. It was clear to me that he was up to something, but I couldn't be sure what exactly that was. When I finished helping Eris settle back into bed, I lingered.
"Was there something else?" Eris asked, her large green eyes peering up at me.
"No," I said, unable to come up with a lie to keep me in the room. "Call for me if you need anything, I'll just be in the other room."
"You're more than welcome to return to your home, Deimos. I believe your patient will survive the night without you hovering over her like some milk-maid." Kyros spoke without looking up from his book.
I couldn't think of an argument against him that wouldn't start another fight. So, I looked back to Eris. "Would you like me to stay?"
One word from her and I'd fight to stay, regardless of what Kyros had to say on the matter.