When consciousness returned to Kaija, the first thing she felt was the comfort of her bed supporting her body from below, and someone's arm wrapped around her waist.
That person's breathing was faint but steady, brushing softly against her skin and making her want to snuggle closer into the warmth of their presence.
She shifted slightly closer, and the person's hand left her waist and slid up to her face, slowly tracing the soft skin of her cheek.
Her eyes fluttered open, and a single name slipped from her parted lips.
"Juho?"
The movement of those wandering fingers stiffened at once.
"What did you just say?" came the person's voice, thin and trembling with disbelief.
As focus fully returned to Kaija's vision, she finally noticed that the eyes staring back at her were not green.
They were silver, and right now, that silver was cold and sharp as a knife.
Sweat broke out on her forehead the moment she realized what kind of horrible mistake she had just made.
