Her eyes haunted his dreams at night, like now, hurt, accusing, and he had to force himself not to say something, to reach for her hand, for something, anything to just change things back to the way they had been.
"I wouldn't-" He broke off, his posture stiffening again, and then she turned back to her cauldron, her hand coming up to brush her cheek, and he felt a hideous cracking pain inside that he had done this to her, caused the sadness inside her.
"Lils..." His voice was low and hoarse, more like the boy she'd known and less like the cold man he was becoming.