(Author's POV)
"I am not, but I think you are." After saying this, Aamon suddenly grabbed Myra's hand and raised it a little.
Myra was caught unprepared by his abrupt movement and immediately, as a defence mechanism, tried to pull her hand away. Unfortunately for her, Aamon's grip only became firm as he drew her near him. She was jerked forward, her face planted on his chest.
With his one hand now resting on Myra's upper back, he patted it soothingly and asked, "You feeling okay, Myra?" For a full three seconds, they remained in that position.
Myra got flustered and quickly withdrew herself from his unexpected embrace. Aamon, this time, didn't attempt to tug her back. Before she could say anything, he apologised, "I am sorry. Did I make you uncomfortable somehow? It was not my intention. You know, I just saw the bandage on your finger, and your face looked a bit pale as well, so I thought~ …." He feigned an innocent puppy face.
