Eiravyne stirred slowly, her lashes fluttering as the warm afternoon sunlight filtered through the garden's canopy, casting a golden glow over her face.
She shifted slightly, realizing her cheek was pressed against something solid but warm.
Blinking a few times to adjust her eyes to the light, she tilted her head upward—and her heart skipped a beat.
Urag was looking down at her with the softest smile she'd ever seen, his purple eyes gleaming with warmth and quiet amusement.
His arm was still securely wrapped around her, supporting her.
"Good afternoon, sleepyhead," he said, his voice a low murmur, the edges tinged with teasing.
Her eyes widened, and she sat up just a little, only to realize she was still snugly cradled in his lap.
The realization hit her all at once. "I... I slept? For h-how long!!" she asked, her voice tiny and slightly hoarse from sleep.
