As the warm water from the bath started to cool, Axel carefully lifted Anya from the tub, wrapping her snugly in a soft, fluffy towel. He carried her back to the bed, his arms protective yet gentle, as though she might break. Anya leaned against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder, but suddenly, a wave of dizziness swept over her.
Axel immediately noticed the change in her posture. “Sunshine, what’s wrong?” he asked, his voice filled with concern as he set her down on the edge of the bed.
Anya pressed a hand to her temple. “I don’t know,” she murmured, “I just feel a little lightheaded... I think I might have a slight headache.”
Axel knelt in front of her, his crimson gaze locked onto hers, scanning her face for any further signs of discomfort. “When was the last time you ate?”
