Miles looked so pale as the bint pulled hard on his leg, and for a moment Daphne was worried that he was going to faint. Or perhaps it would have been better if he did, since the sound of his screaming meant that being unconscious would prevent him feeling this pain.
Merlin, he was frightening her. And crushing her hand.
Daphne listened with wide eyes to Orla's instructions, trying to ignore the fact that this woman was by far the most rude individual she had ever met. When she'd finally, Daphne tucked the potions away and moved closer to Miles, wiping the sweat that had formed on his brow.
"Indeed," she said, agreeing and trying to smile back at him. Merlin, what a day this had been. She'd been bombed on, nearly killed several times, dealt with working at the hospital, worried constantly about Miles, and now he'd told her he loved her in a potion-induced haze.
She felt like laughing and crying all at the same time, and instead she just held his hand and watched his face to make sure he was all right.
"See, you'll be home tomorrow and your leg will be better in no time," she said softly.