Ephyra was pulled out of her thoughts when she felt a hand lacing through hers. She looked up to see Lyle leaning back against the car seat, his eyes closed, jaw tight with tension.
Surprised, she sat up straighter and turned fully toward him, calling softly, "Lyle? Lyle, are you alright?"
Lyle hummed under his breath and tightened his grip on her hand.
She glanced down at their intertwined fingers and asked, "Are you in discomfort? Is it very painful?"
He shook his head, voice low. "No. I can bear it, especially with you closer."
