"You should go lie down." He didn't look at Amira. Didn't acknowledge her.
He simply guided Amara away. Out of that space. Out of that tension. "I'm really sorry about all of this," he murmured as they walked, his voice low, meant only for her. "You can stay here. No one will come."
They stopped in front of a door. Julian pushed it open gently. The room inside was… different. Quieter. Personal. Safe. "Is this your room?" Amara asked softly, glancing around as she stepped inside. There was something about it. Something untouched by the cold politics outside.
Julian gave a small nod. "Yes… Well, it used to be." A flicker of something crossed his face. Memory.
Distance. "I'll have them bring you something," he added. "But you should rest." He stepped closer, brushing a soft kiss against her forehead. Lingering for just a second. Then he left. Closing the door quietly behind him. For the first time since arriving. Amara exhaled fully.
