[ he sees the . . . disappointment, and lotor opens his mouth to ask why she seems disappointed, when she steps forward, into his space, and brushes the hair out of his eyes. her fingers graze his skin, and while it isn't painful, it is sensitive, and he draws in a quiet breath as he averts his eyes slightly, to off-set the soft glow. ]

I could barely see, when I attempted to leave this place. I returned here, to wait and see if it would abate, but it has not.

[ it's murmured, because he does feel slightly stupid, now that allura has sort of put it that way. he could have simply waited until a reasonable hour, but he needed to sort it out now, and allura is the only person he properly trusts to share that he is effectively useless in the sun. mostly because she wouldn't take advantage of it.

but he is quiet, for a moment. focusing on the touch her the tips of her fingers. how warm they feel, in contrast to how cool he feels. it's bizarre, and foreign, and -- ]

I should not have woken you over something like this, Allura. [ finally, his tone quiet, and he shifts a hand to gently take hers, to lift it to his lips in a faint kiss against her palm. the same warm sensation, electric, and sensitive moves through him, but he ignores it, for the most part. ] You should sleep, you look exhausted.