Bedside Vigil Quotes

“Three never-ending days I've spent in this armchair, walking a knife's edge between sanity and madness, studying every rise and fall of her chest just to be sure she's still breathing.

My lungs only fill when hers do, and the time between my heartbeats is filled with sharp, all consuming fear.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“I haven't left this room since we got here.' Our gazes collide, and it's all I can do not to reach for her, but I know I'm the last place she'll seek comfort. 'I haven't left you.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Cassian was sleeping in a chair beside her bed.

His head was at an awkward angle, and his wings drooped onto the stone- and he was wearing only his undershorts and a blanket that looked as if someone had draped it over his lap.
...
She stared at him for long minutes, the unusual paleness of his face, the brows still clenched with worry, as if he fretted for her, even in sleep. The sun gilded his dark hair and shone through his wings, bringing out the undertones of reds and golds in both.

Like a knight guarding his lady. She couldn't stop the image, sprung from the pages of her childhood books. Like a warrior-prince, with those tattoos and that muscle-bound chest.

Her throat tightened unbearably, her eyes stinging.

She would not let herself cry, not for herself or for the sight of him keeping watch beside her bed all night.

But it was as if her furious blinking woke him, as if he could hear the flutter of her lashes.

His hazel eyes shot to hers, like he always knew precisely where she was. And they were so full of worry, of that unrelenting goodness, that she had to fight like hell to keep the tears from falling.

Cassian said gently. 'Hey.'

She clamped down on herself. 'Hello.'

'Are you all right?'

'Yes.' No. Though not for the reason he believed.

'Good.' He groaned, stretching, first his arms and then his wings. Muscles rippled. 'You want to talk about it?'

'No.'

'That's fine.'

And that was that.

But Cassian threw her a half smile, and it was so normal, so him in a way that no one else was or would ever be, that her throat tightened again. 'You want breakfast?'

Nesta managed to answer his half smile with one of her own. 'I like your priorities, general.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames