They both stared at each other, glancing at Wren's hand under the sun at intervals. Wren then finally brought her hand down. "We can walk under the sun, but it doesn't mean we're unaffected by it. Long exposure will still harm us—more when it grows intense. It manifests like sun allergy, so we call it that way. It makes me itchy. How's your hand?"
"Wren… did you do something last night?" Keagan scratched her palm before patting it as if the itch vanished. "I shouldn't be feeling this, right?"
Instead of a straight answer, Wren only looked away and blushed with a small smile. "I might have… done something without asking for your consent. I thought it wouldn't affect a human, especially when you didn't consume my blood."