Between talking to the still unresponsive woman and gently tending to her, Rhys’ eyes keep inadvertently moving toward his bag, the book contained within is like a beacon that cannot be dulled, he is a moth to a flame. He needs to know more. Since he is powerless to do anything more than just keep her comfortable, he can’t even keep himself away with that reason.
Rhys moves to his bag and pulls out the book before returning to Ve’s side. Cradling her head on his lap, he places the book beside him, gently pushing the hair from her face, arranging the blanket around her and wiping her forehead once more.
"I am sorry Ve, I know that you wouldn’t want me to read this, but I have to know"
He looks at her once more, his lips pressed tight, he feels guilty. Not only can he not help her, he is
