"No, Eilika." Damian shook his head, his gaze fixed upon the wall. "You could have lost your life. And the fault lies entirely with me."
"If blaming yourself brings you some measure of solace, then by all means, continue," Eilika stated calmly. She picked up her own teacup and a biscuit from the tray, taking a quiet bite before washing it down with a sip of the warm brew.
Damian tilted his head, his dark eyes shifting to study her face closely. "Does it still pain you?" he asked, his fingers gently reaching out to trace the edge of the wound on her forehead.
"Only a little. The medicines have managed to dull the ache," Eilika replied, leaning slightly away from his touch. "Drink your tea before it loses its warmth," she added, redirecting his attention to the steaming cup.
