Tatiana's & Ves' Worrys (II)

Tatiana appeared in Leo's and Ves' apartment, with Leo still cradled in her arms.

The air inside was warm, familiar, a stark contrast to the cold, lifeless battlefield she had just left behind.

She moved swiftly, her movements graceful despite the weight of the man in her arms. She set him down carefully onto the couch, adjusting him so he wouldn't put pressure on any of his deeper wounds.

Then, for the first time, she allowed herself to pause as she stood there, watching him, her arms still faintly tingling where his warmth had been.

He looked... different like this. Vulnerable, for once.

No witty remarks. No stubborn bravado.

Just Leo, unconscious and still.

Tatiana clicked her tongue, shaking her head before kneeling beside him.

"I don't even know how or what to feel about you," she muttered under her breath.