The moment she finally loosened her grip, she did not step away completely. Instead, she kept holding onto Ethan's arm while looking up at him closely, and her eyes moved across his face again and again as if she was trying to make sure he was truly standing in front of her.
Her fingers trembled slightly as they touched his cheek, and her touch was gentle but restless. There was clear worry in her eyes, and even after seeing him return safely, she still looked afraid that he might disappear again.
"You look thinner," she said softly, and her voice carried obvious concern.
Before Ethan could reply, she moved even closer, and her gaze sharpened while she carefully examined him from head to toe. Her hands moved over his shoulders and arms before stopping near his chest as if she was searching for hidden wounds beneath his clothes.
"Did you get hurt?" she asked quickly.
"Where are your injuries?"
"Why does your face look so pale?"
