Eiravyne stirred in her sleep, a faint sense of unease pulling her from her slumber.
She felt the mattress shift slightly, a weight pressing gently beside her, as if someone were crawling onto the bed.
Her heart pounded, the remnants of her dreams dissolving as reality seeped in.
For a tense moment, she lay frozen, her mind racing, breaths quickening as her hand instinctively gripped the edge of the blanket.
With a deep, wary breath, she finally dared to turn her head, ready to push herself away—only to be met with Urag's face, his expression calm yet playfully watchful as he settled in beside her.
"U-Urag…" she breathed out, relief and irritation mixing in her voice as she blinked at him, her heart still racing. "Wh-what are you… doing?"
"Relax," he murmured with a soft smirk, leaning back on one elbow.
"Didn't mean to startle you, my sweet Eiravyne. Thought you might need some company in this big, empty room."