Rayna still stood frozen in the corridor, slowly adjusting the gown that had gotten dusty from her fall earlier. Reagan bent down, his hands carefully brushing the dust off the fabric, his gaze sharp yet gentle.“You … are okay?” Reagan’s voice was low, soothing, yet firm.Rayna shook her head slowly. “I-I’m fine. Just a little dirty,” she replied with a faint smile, trying to calm herself.“Sorry, I have to go,” she added, thinking about her husband.Srak!Reagan held Rayna’s arm. “You’re leaving without talking to me?”“What is there to talk about?” Rayna asked, slightly puzzled.“Anything … as long as we can sort things out a little.”Reagan watched her for a moment, making sure there were no injuries. “If you’re hurt, just tell me. I want to … help you treat your wounds.”“Ah, that’s unnecessary.”Rayna looked at him, a mix of surprise and slight embarrassment at Reagan’s behavior. “But … thank you … for helping me twice already,” she said sincerely.“No problem, I’m glad to do it
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