Chapter 50

It was as if avoiding eye contact could somehow lessen the torment of being touched. Once everything was over, the two of them hid behind the couch. Still uneasy, Elara dragged over the broken remains of a bookshelf that was damaged during the creatures' fight and stacked them in front of the couch, creating a triangular barricade to conceal their presence. Only then did she finally relax a little. Eryndor reached out and touched her forehead. "You said… if it's cool… fever will go down…" Elara smiled. "Thank you. It's already gone." Hearing that, Eryndor pressed his lips together slightly before giving the faintest, most subtle smile. It left Elara momentarily dazed again. It was all that dream's fault. It had unsettled her far more than she wanted to admit. Moreover, he looked even paler than before. Perhaps it was due to blood loss? It felt like he might dissolve into foam in the very next second and disappear before her eyes. Would merfolk turn into seafoam like the story?