“I need underwear.”
“I’ll handle it tomorrow.”
“And today?” I arched a brow.
“So you don’t ask for permission, but you’re fine taking orders?”
God.
I really wanted to hit him.
And with every answer, that urge only grew stronger.
“The solution is obvious,” he said.
“You’ll manage until tomorrow.”
I tightened my grip on the fabric, forcing myself to speak calmly.
“And you expect me to sleep in training clothes?”
“Do whatever you want.”
I exhaled and sat down on the bed.
Right.
Because this wasn’t my only problem.
I had serious trouble sleeping.
If I wasn’t physically comfortable—
I wouldn’t fall asleep.
And I wasn’t somewhere I considered safe enough to ignore that.
At any moment, I might need strength.
Magical.
Physical.
“You can wear one of my shirts,” he added.
Well.
At least he was trying.
In his own way.
“Or sleep without anything. I don’t care.”
Obviously.
A few seconds later, Airis finally looked up from his books.
And the look in his eyes was...