"I'm glad you're back..."
Seraphyne reached out and gently placed her hand on Zephyir's forehead, her fingers lightly brushing against his skin. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, a clear sign that he was back to normal.
Concern etched across her face as she worried about his well-being. She thought, 'Will the second personality still appear? But when and how can it be triggered?'
Zephyir, weakened by his illness, couldn't find the strength to speak, his voice lost amidst the intensity of the moment. He could only gaze at Seraphyne, his eyes searching for answers, captivated by the worry etched on her features. 'She's worried about me...'
Unaware of their proximity, Seraphyne leaned in closer to examine Zephyir, her focus solely on his well-being. As she withdrew her hand, she suddenly realized the awkwardness of their position. Their faces were mere inches apart, their breaths intermingling in the air.