Selina massaged her forehead, murmuring, "The dizziness hasn't left me. Would you mind walking with me to the third-floor lounge for a break?"

“Of course," Kyson agreed promptly, not overthinking it.

The third floor boasted lounges for guests seeking a brief respite.

He walked with her to one of the Lounges. Observing Selina's soft features, Kyson recalled Lyndon's words. His lips parted to speak.

"Selina, you..."