(Birds chirping*) Eleanor's eyes fluttered opened as she then felt robbed of the warmth that she had just now. Her dry lips parted, her face still dazed as she glanced to her right-No one.
Her eyebrows furrowed--just then the door to the room clicked opened.
Her gaze then quickly fluttered to the door--her heart raced--was it him?
A question hung.
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Master Flaytus arrived--his hand hovered over the healing room's door, his jaw ever so slightly clenched in frustration, part of him was drained and the other part...?
Beyond defeated that he couldn't even be there for her in her most vulnerable time.
Though he pushed the hatch and stepped in. His gaze immediately fell to a curled-up Eleanor--her face wasn't pale--nor her.
The strands of Eleanor's hair cascaded down the crooked of her neck--it looked as if someone had grazed their fingers against her hair over and over.
As soon as their gaze locked--her eyes slightly widened.
Was it of joy? He couldn't.
Eleanor...? He walks in closer*
Face panged with guilt. Though his eyes were on her, never leaving her.
He then finally reached out for her--hands softly grazing her as if she was something fragile.
"How are you?"
His head tilted as he watched her.
Eleanor looked at him then her eyes fell to the floor.
"I'm fine, my master...?"
Her voice trailed off as if to question herself.
Flaytus's gaze then flickered to her shoulder, on it was a thread of hair--his eyes narrowed as if to contemplate.
It was a single chestnut lock--his jaw internally ticked as he glared at it.
Eleanor's were on the ground; she then raised it to see her master--her lips were a natural pout. Completely oblivious to the fireworks that were going on his mind.
Flaytus hummed--his hands then loosened it's hold of her. He turned to face the door-- as if he had nothing else to say.
"You may to rest and to ask for anything"
He then walked up to the door--his hands clenching around the hatch, he then gave her a quick glance from above his shoulder then walked off.
Leaving Eleanor.
Her eyes didn't follow--it went to the right side of her mattress.
Her fingers absent mindedly grazed at it as she then sensed the still lingering heat.
Her breath hitched, it felt so familiar...
She then clasped her forehead as last night played out--nothing...
Her blue gaze then returned to the right--she could swear that it was...
Slav...? She breathed. Her hand clutched at the feather-pillow.
Slav...? She said again as if to anchor her self--then the memory of a blurred image played. Eleanor let out a deep sigh as she then pressed her head against the bed.
Slav... she murmured. Again.
How could he... her voice trailed off as a droplet of tear rolled down her cheek.
Maybe it was all a dream...?
Her hands then went to the warmth absorbed side--rubbing at it.
Then what even is this warmth?
This familiar scent that clung to her...?
Eleanor's gaze then fluttered shut.