Fear colored the blue of Daphne's eyes in a way Atticus had never seen before. Even when she first arrived in Vramid, while she seemed afraid, there was still an edge of ferocity that lit up her eyes. Now, the seas were turbulent. Storms raged inside the sockets of her eyes, thundering with cries of sailors knowing that they were about to be drowned by nature's wrath.
She looked as though she was someone who had just met the god of death right in the eye and was praying to be spared.
"Daphne…" Atticus said, her name rolling naturally off her tongue. However, every fiber of her body screamed to Atticus that she felt nothing but unsettled by his voice.
She continued to shake her head, her breaths turning so short that Atticus began to worry that she would start hyperventilating and henceforth go into shock.
"Daphne, breathe. It's alright. I'm not going to hurt you," he assured, reaching out slowly to show that he meant no harm.
