"Sweetheart, wake up. Get up and eat something, then take a nice bath before you go back to sleep." Henry Lester sat on the edge of the bed and leaned over, about to help her up, when he heard Yara Quillan mumble deliriously in her sleep, "Henry Lester, you're so powerful, you don't need anyone to protect you or take care of you. I'm completely useless, always relying on you. If I'm this useless, how can I..."
"You really want to protect me and take care of me?" Henry Lester looked at her, her voice fading, and smiled as he reached out to stroke her small face. 'My little one has grown so much without me even realizing it.'
'Little one, if you really want to, I'll give you a chance.'
Yara Quillan was dreaming.
She actually dreamed that Henry Lester was speaking to her gently and even smiling at her. And if that wasn't enough, he even fed her, and... carried her to the bath?
