At that, Gaja chuckled. "If anyone's putting me in danger, it's me. I absolve you of that worry."

The mirth quickly faded away, leaving an expression far more serious than Gaja usually wore (not that Cian would know that yet). His fingers tighten ever so slightly around Cian's wrist as if he might just drag him away regardless of what the banshee says. They're warmer than a normal human's but not nearly as hot as his skin had been several days ago. Gaja tipped his chin down slightly, brows lifting as his gaze focused more intensely on Cian.

"Do you want to stay here?"