Naeris's POV

When I looked at him again, I didn’t understand what I saw.

“I… you’re not ready yet,” he whispered, his voice breaking like he wasn’t even sure of his own words.

My brows furrowed, but I let it be. He kissed me on the forehead, whispering soft things about how his day would be packed, and that he just wanted to see me before he left.

“Don’t get too battered or beaten,” I teased, the earlier weight in my chest completely gone.

He nodded, humming ...