“I’m sorry this took so long,” Sawyer passed Elizabeth the bottle of water he had gone to fetch and she took it from him gratefully, “it’s not exactly a miracle cure but I have no experience with this and it’s the only thing I found when I looked for cures that wasn’t superstitious folklore.
The comment made her smile – the idea of werewolves was superstitious folklore to her before she met him, but he considered rubbing the pressure points on her wrist was too ludicrous to even suggest.
“Francesca seems…”
“… don’t. I intend to spend today in here taking care of you, not getting stressed about my sister.”
Taking care of her… it made her feel guilty every time he said it. It didn’t matter what he said to her, she felt like she had been keeping something serious from him and that sh
