Ioan closed his eyes. His jaw was clenched, the muscles in it flexing as his expression darkened. He stared at the bed next to his blindly, and if looks could kill, the bed would've been in splinters. Quickly he kissed the top of her head and then set his chin back against it.
"Believe me, Romilda, he's done with you. Because if I ever catch him near you, I'll..." she didn't need to hear what he would do. He'd had enough of sitting idle the last year for a lifetime and if evil was going to come knocking again, he'd show it there were still people waiting to fight with everything they had. "If you can't sleep, just rest. You're safe here, at least. Maybe if I sing to you?"