She sighed, relieved. If he’d told her to leave, then she would have, and it would have broken her in a whole new way, but at least she would have known that he was okay. Because it was obvious that she wasn’t going anywhere any time soon, she linked her fingers through his. Roz wasn’t sure exactly what she was doing, coming here and staying. She just knew that this was something she had to do, not for Buttercup, but for herself. That was a fairly startling realization.
“To you? You were shot. Twice.” He’d have to get more details from his doctor. She couldn’t bring herself to say any more. “As far as the battle…I don’t know. I’ve been here ever since I found out where they’d taken you. I’ll call Owen later, see if he has any more information.” Sucking in a long breath, she looked away. “Don’t ever scare me like this again.”