Zephyr shook his head frantically. "No, no, I'm fine. Really. I just need more rest. Seeing him again… brings back bad memories."
Daphne nodded in agreement. Jean Nott's appearance was highly unexpected and very unwelcome, but somehow, she couldn't remember the exact conversation that had passed between them. She could remember Jean Nott gesturing towards her and his wicked smile. Yet, when his mouth moved, it was all silence to her no matter how hard she tried to read his lips.
She pressed her thumbs against her temples and rubbed. Simply thinking about him was giving her a headache.
"Daphne?" Zephyr asked worriedly. "Do you need to rest? Maybe you should lie back down―"
