"We were just worried about you," Soren said, frowning a little. He still seemed very hurt by my earlier words, but I couldn't feel even the slightest bit of guilt, even with the fated bond trying its best to tug at my heartstrings. "It's been almost a day."
I turned to look out the window. It was raining outside, the light drizzle tapping rhythmically against the glass window. It looked to be in the late afternoon, with amber sunlight spilling into the infirmary through the window. The dark clouds weren't heavy enough to block the sunlight completely.
Then, I looked down. I was dressed in a simple gown― someone had changed me while I was unconscious. That made me frown slightly. However, at least my hair felt a lot cleaner. I could smell the faint scent of shampoo clinging to my scalp. I also didn't feel too sticky and sweaty like I thought I would.
