“I’ll try to find an herb that will help. I shall research it.” Her voice held determination. He smiled. “My little healer. You try to fix everyone. Can you fix my heart?” “Has someone harmed it?” “I fear it’s been irretrievably ensnared by you.” Her smile widened, and she placed her small gloved hand on his forearm. “That’s a perfect state for it. I shall endeavor to keep it that way.” “And what of the state of your own heart?” She sobered. “I fear it is as entangled as yours.”
