"Ah!"
Arkai caught Cecilia as she stumbled forward, his hands closing around her upper arms reflexively. His brow furrowed, the faint crease between his dark eyebrows deepening.
"What's wrong? Do you need the bathroom? Do you feel sick again?" He asked, his crimson eyes scanned her face intensely.
Cecilia raised her chin and immediately began scrutinizing him. Her gaze swept over his face first. Eyes dark, not crimson. No feral glow. Then lower. His hands, still resting on her arms, were normal. No claws, no fur sprouting along his knuckles. No visible sign of the rampage stirring beneath his skin.
He was standing there without his shirt. Well, he had gone to work in his dark overalls as usual, the practical, durable uniform of his trade, but at some point between the front door and the bathroom, he had stripped down to his undershorts.
His chest was bare. His broad shoulders caught the soft light filtering through the bathroom window.
"Are you… okay…?"
