Entering the room, Ryder found Reana standing with her back to the door, slowly peeling off her clothes.
Reana seemed to be lost in thought as she stood there, unmoving, except for her clothes slowly falling off.
Ryder crept behind her, his as wrapped around her waist as he pulled her into a hug from behind. "What's eating your mind?"
Reana glanced over her shoulder at him, "You should be resting."
Ryder smiled, planting a soft kiss on her temple, "I'm fine. I don't need rest."
Reana stayed silent for a while. She'd been thinking about his situation: his wolf rot, to be precise. On this journey, he'd used a lot of strength. Would it affect him?
"Your wolf rot," she began and felt him stiffen behind her. Reana sighed quietly. She understood he might feel uncomfortable with his illness being discussed, but she felt it should be addressed so she could find him a cure. "Have you talked to Healer Dira about it?"
