His warmth

Emma mulled over Liam's words, her lips pressing into a thin line.

She had been so caught up in the casual atmosphere that she had completely disregarded the seriousness of their mission.

What if there had been enemies lurking?

What if someone had been watching them?

She was a Silvagold—a name that carried prestige, strength, and responsibility.

She was supposed to be the wiser one in situations like this.

Yet, she had just acted… stupidly.

Her shoulders slumped as embarrassment sank deep into her bones.

 'I'm so dumb.' She thought, clenching her fists, as she bit the inside of her cheek. 

 How could she have been so reckless?

Liam noticed her downcast expression.

A sigh escaped his lips as he turned slightly toward her.

"Hey, don't think about it too much."

Emma glanced at him, startled.

Liam's face was as calm as ever, but there was a certain softness in his eyes.