Enzo's POV
Getting up, I followed her. Her skin was sticky as she muttered to the sink bowl to flush her and clean her teeth. Resting on the door jamb, I watched her, and she wet her face prior to wetting the rear of her neck. She halted alongside me when she went to leave, and I moved to one side, letting her pass. When she returned to the bed before the chimney, her teeth were prattling. Goosebumps covered every last bit of tissue as she clustered underneath the blanket.
Resting, her brain was stirring. I could feel it, feel her disarray yet also interested, yet additionally her anxiety toward knowing reality. Her aggravation squirmed through the bond, the squeezing, queasiness. One thing I'm happy about is that I'm long finished and gone for myself. It's simply the underlying movement
