Mikhailis opened his eyes, blinking against the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. He took a deep breath, inhaling the familiar scent of his room—that slight mix of lavender and sothing tallic from the devices he worked with, perhaps his glasses. It felt comforting, like slipping into a pair of worn shoes that perfectly molded to his feet. He blinked again, his vision still blurry, and turned his head to the side, spotting his glasses lying on the bedside table. Reaching out with a slight groan—his muscles still stiff from who knows how long he'd been out—he picked up the glasses and slipped them on. The world snapped into focus, and he let out a sigh of relief.
"Ho sweet ho," he muttered, a small grin spreading across his face.
He turned his head slightly, and his eyes landed on a figure beside his bed. Lira. She was sitting in a chair, slumped forward, her head resting against the edge of the mattress. Her long, dark hair spilled over her shoulder, strands of it tangling with the blanket. Her breathing was slow and even, her lips slightly parted, and she looked utterly exhausted. Mikhailis felt a pang of gratitude in his chest, a warmth spreading through him as he watched her. He could tell that she'd been watching over him—probably for hours. He reached out, his hand trembling slightly, and gently stroked her hair, letting his fingers run through the strands.
"Thank you for watching over , Lira," he whispered softly, his voice barely audible.
He watched as she shifted slightly in her sleep, her brow furrowing, a soft murmur escaping her lips. He couldn't help but smile. Lira was tough—stronger than most people gave her credit for. But seeing her like this, vulnerable, asleep at his side... it made sothing in his heart swell.
For a mont, he simply stayed like that, his hand resting on her head, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath his fingertips. He wasn't used to this—this feeling of being cared for, of having soone watch over him. It was strange and comforting all at once, and it made him want to hold onto this mont for just a little longer.
But eventually, he pulled his hand away, his eyes softening as he looked at her. He needed to get back to reality—to figure out what had happened while he was out. There was no ti to be sentintal, not now. He took a deep breath, his fingers brushing against the fra of his glasses, activating the built-in AI system.
"Rodion," he whispered, his voice steady.
The familiar voice filled his ears, and Mikhailis couldn't help but grin. There was sothing comforting about hearing Rodion's voice again—like an old friend who had been waiting patiently for his return.
"Yeah, yeah, miss ?" Mikhailis asked, his tone teasing.
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