Chapter Thirty-Four.
Rebecca had lead Nolan into the navigation room where she insisted that he sit in one of the many chairs with a bowl of water positioned on the floor in front of her and a cloth in hand. She dabbed at his ears, tenderly, turning his head this way and that as she inspected the area where the blood had come from. Caleb leaned against the door of the navigation room with his arms crossed over his chest, watching the pair “Why are your ears so sensitive?” Becca complained in frustration, dipping the cloth once more into the water to wrung it out with both of her hands. Nolan’s eyebrows knitted together as he studied her, the maroon fabrics of her skirt, the oversized shirt she wore, most likely one of his and the bracelets that clad her wrists and ankles “Would ye prefer me to be deaf?” he ans
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