Azura's POV
I woke up with my cheek against his shoulder.
I moved before I was fully awake. Sat up. Put space between us before my eyes had even adjusted to the pale morning light coming through the branches.
Rhydor was already awake, back straight against the silver trunk, eyes forward, like he had been sitting there for hours and had no intention of acknowledging that I had spent part of the night pressed against his side.
I picked up his jacket from my lap and held it out.
He took it without looking at me.
Right. Fine. That was fine.
I stood up and walked back to camp and did not think about the warmth his shoulder had left against my cheek or the way his hand had rested at my arm like something that could not decide if it wanted to be there. I did not think about any of it. There was nothing to think about.
