(Author's POV)
Dion placed Myra on the mattress delicately, which was placed inside the tent, like she was a piece of porcelain.
The tent, although with ample of space, felt cramped up with a muscular Alpha inside it, so the others guys couldn't come inside and Nora was feeling too guilty and emotional to face Myra right now.
Dion, very gently, wiped the water droplets which were resting on Myra's forehead and eye lashes, his thumb and edge of his fingers brushing past her face ever so subtly.
Myra's cheeks which were initially dull and have lost its color were now burning up and red by Dion's mere touch. Her brain cells were still muddled up, her heart beating erratically.
To ease of any awkwardness, Dion grabbed a nearby towel and thoroughly started wiping Myra off. She was completely soaked.
