Take Me with You

Looking at Valeria, Regan smiled and gently stroke his head. "How do you feel? Does it hurt?" Surprisingly, Valeria shook his head. It was a move that was more proactive than ever before in responding to people. Glancing timidly at the cut wound on Valeria's left wrist, Regan gently blew the wound, hoping that it could ease his pain a little. In fact, he was even willing to bear the pain on his behalf. All this while, Valeria fixated on Regan, staring at his every move. Regan continued, "From now on, don't do anything stupid, okay? If you're hurt, we will be heartbroken." Valeria did not speak. "Do you want to take some rest? You can sleep for a while if you want to." Valeria shook his head. Although Valeria rarely spoke, Regan could interpret his intent by observing his gaze. "Alright. If you don't want to sleep, you don't have to. I'll stay by your side," Regan comforted. The taciturn Valeria and Regan sat quietly, keeping each other company, but at a moment like this, the silence wa