Fixing the blanket

Canillas let the memories he had with the sleeping lady flow through his mind while letting his fingers feel the softness of her skin as they traced the contour of her face. It was as if he wanted to remember it even when he closed his eyes.

From her forehead, her thick eyebrows, down to her straight nose, Canillas traced them all with his fingertips, perceiving the softness that touched them for the first time since he met her in person.

His action brought a concern to his mind that he really could not let her sleep unattended when they were outside their home, based on the fact that she could not feel anything in her sleep. 

If he looked back at their moment sharing a bed together in the mountain, aside from what he noticed in the carriage, she also went into a deep sleep, not once awake when the bed shook as he made a move or any noise formed when he flared the log of wood in the fireplace.