Engel's eyes carefully skimmed her over as he slowly let her gown slid off her shoulders, while he completely ignored the embarrassed look etched on her face. He could tell she felt conscious and shy under his scrutiny, the faint blush on her face and the anxious beating of her heart attested to it, but confirming she was fine and back in one piece was the sole priority of his heart right now.
His scrutinizing eyes trailed through every corner of her skin in search of bruises or spell cuts. She had been away in the witches realm and he knew how crafty those vicious creatures could be.
He turned her by the shoulders as his eyes continuously went all over her, making Nevaeh feel more conscious and mortified.
"Engel." She softly called when he continuously fussed over her. He paused and peered at those eyes he had longed to see for days but were no where near him.
"I'm really not hurt." She told again and he nodded finally believing her words.
