The soft glow of the bedside lamp bathed the room in a warm, golden hue, casting long shadows on the walls. The air was still, save for the faint rustling of fabric as Raelynn shifted slightly under the blankets. She sat propped up against the headboard, her injured foot resting on a pillow. Outside the window, the night stretched endlessly, the moon peeking through the thick curtains, casting silver streaks onto the polished floor.
The door creaked open without warning. Raelynn's eyes darted up, her fingers instinctively gripping the edge of the blanket. Her shoulders relaxed only when she saw who it was.
Elion.
Dressed in a dark, loose-fitting shirt and pants, he carried a small medical kit in one hand. His other hand lingered on the doorknob for a second before he stepped inside. His expression was unreadable, though his eyes softened as they met hers.
"I came to change your bandage," he said simply, his voice calm and steady.
Raelynn nodded without hesitation. "Alright."
