Particularly her sadness.

Arissa must confess. She was tired, tired of everything and she unconsciously closed her eyes, drawing strength from his soft lips on her forehead, and when he backed away, she felt a little empty again but at least, she felt more okay than a while ago.

"Go home, Arissa," Nicklaus advised, hiding a few locks of her hair behind her ear. "or where ever you were going," he added and could not help but brush his hand on her skin, enjoying how soft they were.

"Without the guards?" Arissa questioned, not minding what he was doing. Whereas, she felt good about it.

"With the guards, Arissa," Nicklaus clarified and Arissa frowned upon his words.

"Seriously? Are we still on that?"

"Yes," Nicklaus responded casually as he massaged between her brows to stop her from frowning.

Arissa raised her hand and yanked his hand off her face before taking a step back.

"Thats_"

"You are going to the hospital, right?" Nicklaus questioned, cutting her off from her intended protest.