Hades gently placed Evangeline back into the bed. He had dried her hair with the towel and while it's a little damp, he had made sure it would dry over time without putting her in any illness's harm. Watching her who was deeply asleep, as though their brief sexual intake acted as the last straw for her.
Well she must have been tired. Hades considered how she hadn't properly sleep in the carriage as though they might have the best carriage in the entire world, the road to the forest fae was long and drainingly took more days than it should have had.
Hades could tell Evangeline didn't want to make a big deal out of it but she was also stressed of seeing the place he grew up in.
He softly brushed her hair as he stare into her sleeping face.
Her question echoed again in the back of his head.
Could you love?
Could he love?
He...
Can't.
