IRIS

Cirdan has been acting odd since we left my room. We stopped first at his room because he said he needed to get something and then he came out and held my hand, not that I am complaining since it is nice but he also refused to let go and he has been sweating a lot in his palm like he was nervous.

I have never seen him nervous too.

“What’s up with you?” I eyed him as he gripped my hands so tight that my fingers hurt.

“What do you mean?” He replied, not looking at me but looking straight ahead like he needed to keep his eyes...