After Athan laid Nathalie on the bed as she was in deep sleep, he raised the cozy comforter to her chest, and sat at the edge of the bed, looking at her.
Unknowingly, his hand hovered over her head and caressed her hair while pondering with his thoughts.
"Yes and no, huh..."
He narrowed his stares at her, even heightened his senses, and her condition was far better than normal. While she got saved from the curse to stay for another day, he couldn't help but believe in her earlier.
'She didn't lie, not one bit earlier...' He thought about how her heart rate neither rose nor dropped in his presence and faced him like no other.
So much he got convinced that she was Mystique, on top of the curse that happened to her.
His gaze trailed alongside his fingertips, from her forehead to her cheekbone, and down to her nape.
