Can't

Monica slept for a long time, but her hands didn't release Khan's pullover for even a second. Her body prioritized keeping him close over her usual snoring.

In turn, Khan remained exactly in his position, only moving his hands to caress Monica. He didn't care about the chaos unfolding in the outside world during that time. Monica had earned every second he could give her.

Almost half a day had to pass for a change to happen in Monica's mana. A tremor ran through her aura, and her cloudy eyes slowly opened. A familiar scent invaded her nostrils, making her weak voice escape her throat. "Are you really here?"

Khan halted his caresses. His hands closed on Monica's cheeks as he carefully lifted her head. A barrier of curls hid her face, but Khan could still spot the dried-up tears that hindered her vision, and his thumbs promptly wiped them off.

"I'm here," Khan whispered.