Elara's POV
"I don't notice you've been there," I say, sitting upright on the bed.
"You haven't planned to sleep—the candle is still burning, and I saw Sabrina walk out of this room." She walks slowly toward the bed. "You needed something?"
All that standing like a ghost beside the door—just to ask if I needed something?
What if I hadn't noticed her?
She would still be standing there, wouldn't she?
"You've been watching me," I say.
"I can't deny that."
"Then… What's this about? I'm sure you didn't come to ask if I needed anything. Sabrina would have already done that."
"I thought it normal to check on you."
That soft spot about her—it's needed, but I don't want to show too much neediness. Still, is there anything I have to hide?
She already knows secrets about me—secrets she refuses to tell me. There's nothing hidden about me that she can't see through.
"You look pale," she says, sitting on the bed.
