Emma nodded. Once he finished washing up, she stepped out of the room with him. The moment they exited, they spotted Drake sleeping outside in the corridor. He was leaning against the icy wall, his body curled in on itself. His face, already pale to begin with, looked even whiter now, his lips tinged faintly blue. A thin layer of frost had gathered on his long lashes, trembling gently with each shallow breath. His brows were tightly furrowed, as if even in sleep he found no peace. The fragile, lonely air around him tugged at the heart. Emma frowned at the sight. Why on earth is Drake sleeping out here? She quickly stepped forward to wake him. "Drake, hey, wake up!" At the sound of her voice, Drake's long lashes quivered. Slowly, his eyes opened. Those black irises, in the pale morning light, seemed glazed over and hazy. It took him a few seconds to recognize the figure in front of him. The confusion in his gaze cleared, replaced by a faint light of joy, like finding an oasis in a desert. "Emma…" His voice was hoarse, raw, like it had been scraped with sandpaper, thick with exhaustion after a sleepless night. He tried to push off the wall to stand, but his body had gone stiff from the cold. He swayed unsteadily. Emma quickly reached out to steady him. He is calling out my name repeatedly. Had the medicine already worn off? Emma looked at him, puzzled. "Drake, why are you sleeping here?" Doesn't he have his own palace? Drake's coarse voice carried a deep trace of grievance. "I woke up… and you were gone. I got worried, so I came to find you." As he spoke, his gaze drifted past Emma toward the room behind her, and to Lucien, standing there with that cool, distant expression, before quickly dropping his eyes again. "When I got here, you were already asleep." His voice grew quieter, more cautious. "I… I didn't want to bother you, so I waited outside, thinking I could see you the moment you woke up. But somehow… I fell asleep." When he finished, it was as if every ounce of strength had drained from him. His legs buckled, and he slumped weakly toward Emma. Emma caught him before he hit the floor. Only then did she realize how cold he was. An icy chill radiated through his clothes, seeping into her palms. "Emma… my head hurts…" The words had barely left his mouth when a long, steady hand, its knuckles clean and strong, caught Drake's arm. In the next second, Lucien pulled him out of Emma's hold. "Emma, he's huge. You'll wear yourself out holding him. Let me hold him." Honestly, who would've thought that the overlord of three domains could act like this after his mental power shattered? Playing the pity card now, just to win Emma's sympathy—really? Given Drake's usual temperament, there's no way he came up with this on his own. Who on earth taught him that? "Awoo!" Remy's voice sounded from above Drake's head. The little one had just woken up. Seeing his mother standing there, he bounced twice on Drake's hair, thrilled to bits. "Mommy, you're awake! Daddy and I finally waited you out! I've been good while you were asleep, Mommy. I stayed with Daddy and waited for you the whole time! "It was so cold last night, but Daddy and I didn't leave. We stayed here watching over you." Lucien glanced at the little boy hopping on Drake's head. Figures—he was Silas' kid through and through. Sure, he'd picked the wrong father, but that way of talking? Pure Silas. Smooth as ever. Emma stroked Remy's soft fur, her heart aching."You've worked so hard, my little boy. Don't do that again, okay? It was freezing last night. You must've been chilled to the bone." She didn't feel sorry for Drake. As for her baby? Of course she did. "Mommy, Daddy gave me dragon scales! I wasn't cold. I slept so comfy in Daddy's hair!" Remy really had slept soundly all night. He just felt bad for his father. "Mommy, I think Daddy's frozen through. His mental power cracked again. You should comfort him." Supported by Lucien, Drake kept his gaze locked on Emma. Hearing Remy speak up for him, he gave a weak cough. "Emma, I… I'm fine. If you've got something to do, go ahead. I can wait." That 'Embrace of the Moon' had mentioned to act sensible while looking pitiful. And to always put Emma first. That counts as sensible, right?And I look pitiful enough, don't I? Seeing him like that, Emma knew his mental power must've taken another hit. She turned to Lucien. "Lucien, help him back to his quarters. I'll give him some mental comfort first." Lucien nodded and followed Emma, keeping a steady hold on Drake as they headed toward his palace. Along the way, Lucien leaned down slightly, his voice so low that only Drake could hear.