Ignis's golden eyes widened with alarm as she saw Adam wince and press a hand to his temple.
"Adam! You're in pain—are you okay?!"
Lilith was already there, silk handkerchief still gently dabbing the last traces of blood from beneath his nose. Her voice, though calm, carried a rare edge of worry.
"Is it the curse's backlash? Did touching her soul affect you?"
Adam forced a small, reassuring smile, waving off their concern even as the lingering throb pulsed behind his eyes.
"I'm fine. Just a little dizzy. Nothing serious." He straightened, rolling his shoulders. "Come on—let's all get some rest. We've earned it."
Philip, still catching his breath from the night's chaos, let out a tired chuckle. "I'm about ready to drop myself. Bed's calling louder than any alarm bell right now."
