Eryx stood frozen for a beat, water still dripping from his hair. He had just opened the bathroom door, a towel slung low on his hips, steam curling around him like a silent veil. And there Lunara was, standing barefoot in front of the bathroom's door, her eyes slightly puffy, her expression seemed confused.
"Did you just come back?" she asked quietly. "Did Mila already fall asleep?"
The question hit him like a punch.
Eryx's hand tightened slightly on the towel at his waist.
Her voice hadn't cracked, but her eyes, those wide, disoriented eyes were searching his face for an answer that didn't exist.
He stepped closer, slowly, carefully. "Lunara…"
Eryx stepped forward, closing the gap between them. His voice dropped, gentle and warm. "Hey…" He reached out and softly rubbed her cheek. "Listen… I know you still can't accept this. But, darling… Mila… She's already gone to heaven. If you keep grieving like this, it's going to wear you down."
