"You... uh, your hands and feet... are they okay?" Mabel Quinn hesitated for a moment, but still asked.
A flash of joy crossed his face. Was she showing concern for him? This made him feel happy, even though... she always seemed cold and rejecting toward him, after all... there was still a bit of care for him, right?
"I'm fine," he said lightly. In fact, his hands and feet were numb due to poor blood circulation from maintaining the same posture for too long, but he didn't plan to say it, "How about you, did you sleep well?"
Her face involuntarily turned red again, and she quickly lowered her head to avoid his gaze, "It's... it's okay." After a pause, she added, "Actually, if I unconsciously hugged your arm when I was asleep, you could just wake me up."
"But I couldn't bear to." he said in a low voice.
She was stunned, somewhat astonished as she lifted her head, just in time to meet his gaze again.
