Neera didn't say a word to that, and in her silence, Zavian found the need to go on.
"Neera," Zavian shifted closer to her, closing the gap between the two of them. "I should have told you since, but I was just afraid. When you lose someone you love with all your heart, saying the words again becomes painful, scary, even. But I should have said it a long time ago, because I do love you, for a long time, and will continue to do so."
Neera let out a quiet sigh and closed her eyes. Zavian waited; waited for her to open her eyes and for the softness to return in them. It took like forever, and when she finally opened them, they were still the same ice-cold purple.
"I am tired of staying in bed all day,"," she said. "I feel my legs cramping up. I should take a walk."
A wave of disappointment washed over the King. He must have overwhelmed her, for someone coming out of death. Zavian mustered up real quickquick and he offered her a hand out of bed.
