"Because you look at me like that." His voice got softer. "Like there is something worth saving."
"And is there?" she whispered.
His jaw twitched. "You tell me."
Lydia put down the cloth, her hands shaky. "I think there is more to you than you show."
"And I think you see what you want to see."
"Maybe," she said. "Or maybe I just pay attention."
His eyes narrowed. "To what?"
"To how you fight. To how you stood between me and that monster." She took the bandages, needing to do something. "To how you are letting me help when we both know you would rather suffer alone."
A tiny smile touched his lips. "Dramatic."
"True," she said, unrolling the bandage. "Now sit up so I can wrap this."
Surprisingly, he did it without fighting, leaning forward. His face was closer
