“Exactly. Keep up, Cole,” she teased, stifling the soft giggle that bubbled up. She leaned close to rest her head on him as she cuddled against him, “Well, how about just 'stay away from stuff that may potentially go rogue and kill you'? Otherwise you'd have to stay away from Salacia.”
“Don't say stuff like that, you're not a burden to me. If you were, I wouldn't be here offering help,” Ileana said firmly. “I don't want to be up in my place anyway. Stefan and I are fighting.” She held up her wrist, showing there was no bandages or brace around it. She even rotated it to show she was fine, if she had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from wincing and showing Cole it still hurt. Well, he wouldn't know. “My wrist is fine, see? Don't worry about me.”