Lamein entered Cedric’s room.
She stood still, gazing at the sky outside the window.
A quiet night, with no moon visible over the darkened sky.
Standing by the door, she silently watched Cedric asleep in his bed, then moved her steps.
Shoulders and arms tightly bandaged.
Lamein let out a thin sigh in succession.
The wounds filled with glass had not yet fully healed.
“Cedric. Lately, it seems like bad things keep happening around Lamein.”
She recalled Elinas’s words, wearing a bitter smile.
Though she had brushed it off as absurd, it had become reality.
She wiped away her bitter thoughts and closely looked at her husband’s face.
And then slowly reached out her hand.
As she gently laid her hand on his straight forehead, a delicate tremor spread over his unusually long eyelashes.
She even held her breath in case he might wake.
A moment later, the trembling of his eyelashes stopped, and a calm breath flowed.
“He has a high fever.”
The unusual heat spreading over her palm was worrying.
She recalled Arend’s words, that he must be watched over all night.
She carefully removed her hand from his forehead and lightly stroked his left cheek.
At the heat spreading from the smooth skin, she was about to sigh briefly when.
“……”
Once again, a delicate tremor spread over the long eyelashes.
And then, the blue pupils hidden beneath the eyelids revealed themselves.
At the moment when their eyes met, Lamein, about to remove her hand from his cheek, then.
“Isn’t it cheating to touch a sleeping person’s body?”
He uttered in a weak voice, a faint smile on his lips.
Lamein, who quickly removed her stalled hand, looked at him not unpleasantly.
“You must not be very ill if you have the energy to joke.”
Her ears and cheeks turned red in embarrassment.
“No. It hurts like I could just die, but I’m bearing it.”
The consistently resolute man’s words were about to make her smirk, but.
‘Indeed, he must be hurting with a fever like that.’
Aware of her husband’s condition, she quickly became serious.
Should I apologize? Or thank him?
She had never said such things to him, so she hesitated.
“Still, I am relieved that you were not hurt.”
Her worries were wiped clean by the calm voice.
Lamein let out a short sigh and sat in the chair in front of the bed.
Cedric, who had momentarily closed his eyes, opened them again.
And turned his head to meet Lamein’s eyes.
“You have a high fever. I think I’ll need to stay up all night to watch you.”
His heavy, sleepy blue pupils slowly lowered their eyelids.
“I’m fine, so go back to your room and rest.”
His voice was full of sleep.
Lamein did not reply but silently stared at him.
“It makes me uncomfortable if you keep doing this.”
“I’m the one who’s uncomfortable.”
He seemed to give up, looking at her stubborn violet pupils, and chuckled. Then.
Tap tap.
He patted the spot beside him on the bed.
Lamein widened her eyes slightly and looked.
“Am I asking too much?”
He smiled faintly and clicked his chin.
After a moment’s hesitation, Lamein slowly opened her mouth.
“I think it would be uncomfortable for you if I lay beside you since your body’s not in good condition, Cedric.”
“As long as you don’t prey on my body like last night, I’ll be fine.”
“……What? What did you say?”
Lamein furrowed her brow slowly.
“I can’t lend it to you tonight even if you need it. I’ll lend it to you another day.”
“I don’t need it! I never needed it!!”
……Hey. Aren’t you hurting?
Lamein, who almost grabbed her ill husband’s collar, struggled to calm her excitement.
“Then I’ll go up when you fall asleep.”
She didn’t want to unnecessarily take up space beside a sick person and make him uncomfortable.
“Then do so.”
They nodded at each other, their gazes still connected.
“Edmund said he would find the person who attacked you today.”
He brought up today’s incident.
“It wasn’t even a hunting zone, and both Edmund and I think it was intentional.”
Though she clearly knew the culprit, she couldn’t bring herself to say it.
“Let’s think about it after your body heals. Close your eyes now.”
“Yes.”
He lightly replied, not closing his eyes, and gazes slightly.
His eyes dazed, as if about to fall asleep.
“Go to sleep quickly. Then I can sleep too.”
When she prompted him once again.
“Yes.”
He only responded again, not closing his eyes. And then,
“Lamein. Don’t feel too sorry.”
As if understanding without having to say it,
He gazes at her with eyes that seem to peer into her heart.
“Rather, it’s better that I’m hurt and injured.”
“…….”
“You didn’t say so?”
Those were the words he had said at the clothing store.
In that fleeting moment of silence, when his eyes were blinking slowly.
“As your husband, I’ve only done what I naturally should.”
He said, smiling like a gentle breeze.
For a moment, something inside her chest tickled, and she swallowed her breath slowly.
“Just by the fact that you’re not hurt. And that you’re here before me like this.”
“…….”
“I’m fine with anything.”
His eyelids, which seemed almost about to close, finally closed completely.
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