Eva didn't answer right away.
She only breathed.
One long, trembling breath against his neck—like she was trying to inhale proof that he was awake, that he was here, that he hadn't been swallowed by whatever horror had dragged him down.
Then, softly—so softly it nearly disappeared into the space between heartbeats—she whispered, "Tell me where."
Xylon closed his eyes.
Her magic still curled around him like a second skin.
He didn't speak at first.
Just let his thumb trace the dip of her spine. A slow, aimless motion. Not for comfort—maybe for grounding.
"Eva…" he breathed her name like it was the only thing keeping him tethered.
His lips barely moved against her skin. "You'll see."
Her fingers moved up gently, brushing the damp strands of his dark hair from his brow, smoothing them back with the tenderness of someone trying to soothe a fever.
"What did you see?" she asked quietly. "In the nightmare…"
Her voice trembled just enough to betray her fear.
Xylon didn't answer.
