Sasha nodded, his expression unreadable, but there was something in the way he lingered by Aylin's bedside that didn't go unnoticed. Olga sighed and shook her head as she exited the room, the door clicking softly behind her. silence settled over the room. The faint flickering of candlelight cast shifting shadows along the stone walls, while the steady patter of rain on the window filled the silence.
Sasha lingered by the bed, watching Aylin's steady breathing. Her exhaustion had finally caught up with her, but even in her sleep, she appeared wary—her brow furrowed slightly, as if she were trapped in a dream she did not fully trust. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair away from her face with the tip of his fingers before pulling the blanket up over her shoulders.
