JIM
He stirred, pushing himself up in the bed and looking at the door.
It pushed open moments later, revealing Rosie and a tray of hot steaming soup.
"You can stop looking after me now, you know," he teased.
"No, I can"t." Guilt crossed her face, as it had so many times since they"d gotten back from the sea a few days ago.
"Rosie, I"m fine."
She set the tray down on his lap. His stomach rumbled, betraying his hunger. He didn"t want to stop their conversation, but the soup smelled delicious.
"You almost died, and I did that," she whispered as she sat down on the other side of her bed. "I sang to drag you under. I put you in a trance, I..."
"And you stopped," he assured her, placing a hand over hers. "You proved that the bond between us was stronger than magic you can"t control."
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