Hermi searched the garnet of her husband's eyes, her porcelain smile faltering into utter speechlessness. Cassian stared back at her, his expression so still Hermi could not decipher what thoughts were passing through his mind.
Only when the corner of his mouth twitched upward into a knowing smirk, as if he were savoring her stunned reaction, did she snap out of her stupor.
"My King, how sweet of you," she said, her lips instantly curving back upward in response. "But I am not quite on the verge of collapsing. I can make it to my chambers just fine on my own."
Cassian replied with his favorite gesture: he arched a single eyebrow, and his faint smirk transformed into a look of infuriating smugness.
"If you go back to your chambers, what do you plan to do about that little cut on your upper arm? Don't tell me you intend to change your dressings with scraps of fabric cut from your gowns or bedding."
