Chapitre 72: The Slow Recovery

She still couldn't read the prince's expression, or his intent.

Was the huff from relief?

Pain?

Disappointment?

"And you?" He asked.

Her brow furrowed and she swallowed thickly.

"I..."

She didn't know what to say.

After all, surely he would have known she was safe. He'd seen her leave.

So why would he even ask her...?

What did he want from her?

Was he conscious enough to know? Perhaps his memories were blurred and unclear, and that was why he asked?

She bit her lip. She wanted to thank him. To express her gratitude, but she wasn't sure what to say. It wasn't as though she was good with words.

And...

Even putting aside her own awkwardness, she didn't know that he actually wanted to hear any gratitude from her.

Maybe he wanted an apology.

Maybe he didn't want her to talk about it all.

Maybe this would just be another opportunity for him to tell her she was weak.

She.