IRYN'S POV

He looks down at my hand holding his arm, his lashes fluttering shut as I feel him take in a deep breath.

"Orien?" I call.

His eyes open then, his gaze falling on me as I catch a glimpse of his jaw working a bit before it varnishes completely.

Thinning his lips, he reaches his right hand behind him, pulling out a silk- cotton cloth wrap.

He holds it out to me then, but doesn't hand it to me immediately.

Instead he unwraps it himself, revealing a flute.

My lips part; this... is ...