The Arcane Linguist (1)

Ethan's POV

I could clearly observe my chalk-like skin with my soul sense.

She trembled as I could see guilt crashing over her like a tidal wave.

"I... I'm so sorry, Brother Ethan." Her voice cracked in a raw voice filled with remorse.

"I lost control. Once your blood touched my tongue, it was as if something took over me. I didn't mean to—"

Her words dissolved into a sob as her body shook with guilt and regret.

The sight of her like this shattered me. I reached out and my hand trembled slightly as I cupped her face and brushed away her tears with my thumb.

"Shh, it's okay, Virelle," I murmured in a soft and steady voice. "I'm fine, love. Just... be a little more careful next time, alright?"

She looked up at me and her eyes glistened with tears, and I couldn't resist the urge to comfort her.