And Devyn waited, waited until he stopped moving too much, her fingers still lingering on his arm. As Waver's twitching died down, she moved her hand to his shoulder, stroking gently, the touch barely-there should he flinch away again. Devyn's eyes remained on him, her gaze intent though softer than her usual sharpened looks.

For a long time, she said nothing, letting him recover. Then, softly, she murmured, "I want to try to help you. Will you let me look?" And, after a pause, she added, "If you don't want me to, I won't. I promise."