"I'll pull it out and nurse you back to health, even put up with you while you're totally zonked out on painkillers," she vowed to him, hands moving to work down his neck, seeking out the trouble spots there. "It's what I'm here for." She smiled. "And you've always been more than just charming. I don't know what you're talking about."
The shift in his expression had her instantly contrite, sorry to have even brought it up at such a pleasant moment. "Do you think there's anything we can do about it?" she questioned nonetheless, genuinely seeking an answer. "Someone we can appeal to for, I don't know, a permanent L.A. Visa?" The way she thought of it, it only made sense. Since it was obviously the Powers That Be that had brought her there in the first place, there had to be something she could do to convince them to let her stay.
Her hand grasped his own, squeezing. "I hate to say it, baby, but I don't think it's in your control this time."