Arabella's eyelids twitched, the slightest flutter beneath the closed lashes showing how the dreams she had seen stirred her. Cassius, seated silently beside her, caught the movement almost instantly.
He tilted his head and his eyes deepened their hue as he pondered in silence. What was she seeing behind those eyes? Was it an old fond memory? A nightmare? Or something gentler, perhaps something that gave her peace like an illusion of what she had hoped to see but couldn't?
He didn't know, he couldn't guess what was in her head, and that, oddly, unsettled him.
For the first time in his life, Cassius wondered about the world inside someone else's mind. He never needed to understand someone on a heart level, and this was not for leverage nor manipulation but just... to understand.
