Valeo stood frozen as he looked at the human female lying on the bed. Her clothes had been changed, but her scent was still different from that of beastman females.
His gaze was complicated. When he finally turned his face away, he caught sight of sweat sliding down his mate's temple from the corner of his eye.
Valeo stopped moving.
With his night vision, he carefully observed Fiora's trembling body.
His heart sank even deeper. Hearing complaints alone had not hurt this much, but seeing his wife so weak made him want to strike himself.
Exhaling slowly, Valeo approached the bed and checked Fiora's forehead.
Hot.
That night, Valeo, who had just returned from hunting, did not sleep at all. He pressed cool cloths to Fiora's forehead, fixed the blanket again and again when she kicked it away, and changed her clothes whenever they became soaked with sweat.
Fiora woke up late the next day.
She opened her heavy eyelids. When she tried to get up, her body shivered, weak and unstable.
