It took a while for Claire to register where he placed her hands.
Was that supposed to be human flesh? It felt as hard as a rock. And very warm.
He released his grip on her wrist and her hand fell limply to her side.
What was that?
"I need you to go. The rain suits me just fine."
But she didn't move. Her legs wouldn't cooperate with her.
"Is that a bad thing?" She asked.
He let out a low chuckle.
"Bad? It's bad for you and good for me in a normal sense. But since there's nothing normal about our situation, it's bad for both of us, but worse for me since I have to deal with it."
She remained rooted to the spot.
"Forgive me, Your Grace. I didn't mean to put you in any discomfort."
"Discomfort?" He repeated the word. "You should leave."
She pulled her matted hair away from her eyes and looked up at the barely visible silhouette of the man standing before her.
"Can I do anything to help?"
"You would help immensely by leaving."
Claire spun on her heels and turned to leave.
