Despite not having eyes, the paper figure's movements somehow conveyed the distinct impression that it was watching Olivia.
To be more exact, it was Skylar sensing her presence through the paper figure with his consciousness linked to it.
The paper figure stood motionless for a long time and surveyed the room. It was well-lit with the air conditioning on and humming gently.
Then, it tilted its head as if thinking before hopping onto the blanket. Clumsily tugging at the edge, it pulled the blanket up and over Olivia's shoulders.
Then, it jumped to the other side of the bed and pulled the blanket over her legs.
Once satisfied that she was fully tucked in, the paper figure took one more leap onto the air conditioning panel. With two tiny taps, it adjusted the temperature to a more comfortable setting.
Then, it turned off the room's main lights and left only a soft night lamp glowing in the corner.
With its tasks completed, the paper figure dusted off its hands contentedly and hopped back onto the bedside.
In the next second, its spiritual energy was suddenly drained. The once agile paper figure crumpled and fell flat onto the bed to return to its original paper form.
…
Upstairs in a hotel room, Skylar sat cross-legged on the windowsill with his fingers forming a mudra. He'd completely severed the sensation with the paper figure.
Leaving the paper figure with Olivia without informing her was a step over the line, and to continue maintaining the sensation would be crossing into disrespect.
His principles wouldn't allow that kind of privacy invasion.
He'd intended to break the sensation with the paper figure the moment he left the set, but at that time, he heard her say, "Skylar doesn't have to be mine, but he absolutely can't be someone else's!"
Skylar couldn't explain how those words made him feel.
By all logic, those words should have sounded possessive and even off-putting, but to him, they didn't. In fact, they made him strangely happy.
…
That night, while Skylar sat sleepless in the dark, Olivia woke up in the middle of the night.
She blearily remembered she still had makeup on, so though she was exhausted, she forced herself to sit up. But the moment she looked around the dim room, she was confused.
Was this the lighting before she fell asleep?
She looked down at the blanket pulled up neatly over her body and noticed the room was warmer too, so she couldn't help but text Eleanor. "Did you come over to tuck me in?"
Eleanor had a spare card in case Olivia overslept, but the former rarely entered without approval unless necessary.
After blearily tapping on the send button, Olivia typed out another question and wanted to ask why she hadn't been woken to remove her makeup.
But before she could send it, Eleanor, still awake, replied almost immediately, "Nope. Not me."

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