Sitri leaned in, pressing an ear against your chest. The steady rhythm of your heartbeat, a calming beat that lulled him into a sense of security. A relieved sigh escaped his parted lips.

"Solomon," he whispered, the word laced with relief and tenderness. He nuzzled closer, the action a reassurance more for himself than for you, as he whispered, "I'm glad you're here."

His words trailed off as a sudden hitch occurred in your breathing pattern. Sitri's eyes snapped open, a flicker of alarm crossing his face before it was quickly masked by a reassuring smile. He leaned back slightly, his gaze lingering on your face for a moment before he spoke.

"You're awake. How was your sleep, Solomon?" he tenderly asked, reluctantly backing away to give you space. "Is there anything you need?"