IFHWPML - Chapter 7 - That night - Werazel covered Laphel's body with a blanket as he lay in bed, making sure there were no gaps for the cold air to seep in. "Sleep well, Laphel. See you in the morning. If anything hurts or makes you uncomfortable, just pull this cord, okay?" Her gentle touch caressed Laphel's smooth hair before slipping away. "Ah, don't go!" Laphel grabbed her hand tightly as she was about to leave, looking like she might burst into tears at any moment. "Laphel?" Worried, Lizelle approached Laphel. Transparent tears were welling up in Laphel's eyes before he knew it. "Are you okay? What hurts?" "Don't leave me..." Laphel's small hand clung tightly to Lizelle's finger, as if not wanting to let go. His tearful eyes were fixed on something. Werazel couldn't help but realize that it was the empty space beside Laphel, who was lying alone on the wide bed. "Should we sleep together?"