It has been a week since the group has left the small cottage and Eliana's ankle is only getting worse. She can barely walk on it now.
“Are you okay," Jasper questions softly as they pack up their camp.
Eliana tries to ignore the heat emanating from his body. She swallows and glances up at him. “Yes, I am fine."
His brow twitches with confusion, but he leans back. “Allow me to carry your bag. Your ankle cannot hold much longer."
Pride fills her chest. “I am able to handle it. Your shoulder must be in pain as well."
“It is healing up now," he sighs before pivoting away.
“Uh, ma'am," Eliana moves toward Beatrice, holding at bay her pain.
“Oh dear, I told you to call me mama. I am so used to Jasper calling me that," Beatrice chuckles as she picks up her own bag.
“Oh, yes, I am sorry.
