Emberwood Girls, they wanna have fun

He heard the no, and and he slanted a narrow-eyed look in her direction. It was impossible to be mad when she was still speaking so softly — oh! the frailty of life! — but he wished she was well enough he could shake her. Only then he wouldn't have to, because what he wanted to shout in her face was, "YOU ARE NOT WELL."

Ah, young love.

"Then we need to stay," he told her, his tone very reasonable. See how reasonable I am being? Try it, babe. It's so much fun. "Until you're well enough I can sleep at night, at least."

God, he loved this woman. She was just so stupid sometimes. Like — how could she have just jumped in the way like that? How could she do that to him? How could she be so reckless, so brave, so selfless —

"You scared me, Daylily," he told her, his voice as quiet as hers. "I need you to be selfish, now. I need you to want this woman at your beck and call."