Ryan shook his head almost immediately.
"There’s really no need, I've got it." he said, his voice calm but firm. "You should go back to your room."
Sylvie didn’t answer. She didn’t even look at him at first.
She simply took another step closer. Then another.
He opened his mouth again, clearly intending to argue, but whatever words he had prepared never came out. She was already there, close enough.
She reached for his hand. Carefully.
Her fingers brushed his skin, warm against the roughness of his knuckles. He stiffened instinctively, his muscles tightening as if preparing for impact, but she didn’t retreat. She focused instead on the bandage, her brows drawn together in concentration.
"Hold still," she murmured.
Her tone wasn’t commanding. Just quiet and certain. He actually liste
