Viola felt her heart warm along with the warm air of the blow dryer moving through her hair, and despite not being used to this kind of treatment from anyone, she sat still and allowed herself to simply enjoy it rather than insisting on doing it herself, the way she had been doing everything for herself for years without exception.
She didn't know what she would have done at this point in her life without Sebastian beside her. He had supported her at the orphanage in Nightshade and talked her down from the edge of herself.
He had pulled her out of that river. And now he was here holding her up when she was at the lowest point she had reached in a very long time, at a point where she had genuinely forgotten what living truly felt like rather than just surviving it.
