“Would you prefer if he didn’t care at all?” Clara asked, tilting her head slightly.
The question caught me off guard. “No,” I said after a moment. “Of course not. It’s sweet that he cares so much. It’s just… a lot. And I worry it’s going to get worse before it gets better.”
Clara nodded. “That’s probably true. But for what it’s worth, my job is to keep you safe, not to restrict you. If you want to go for a walk in the gardens or visit the library or whatever else you normally do, I won’t stop you. I’ll just be there to make sure you don’t face plant if you get dizzy.”
I couldn’t help but smile at that. “Well, when you put it that way, I guess having you around might not be so bad.”
The following morning, I woke to find Isaac already gone. Clara was sitting in a chair by my
