I opened my eyes from my nap. My entire body was sore from just laying down and doing nothing, not that I had the energy to do anything else after being poisoned like that. I turned my head and came face to face with Conan.
Come to think of it, he was the last face I saw when I was poisoned and the first when I woke up. it's been a week since then and he's been caring for me and the tying up every loose end he can find himself.
Was he working hard so he could run away?
I hope he was pregnant so he couldn't run even if he wanted to. It would give me time to recover and help him want to stay with me.
Would it be wise for him to stay here? Can we find happiness together?
Conan stirred and opened his eyes looking right at me for a few seconds before moving himself closer to me. "Morning. Everything is handled."
