Adam frowned. Apparently he had done something to offend her, though for the life of him, he had no clue what. Then again, he really couldn't bother. She either accepted his help - or not. The man who would have run after people like a little puppy, begging to be able to help, had died a bloody death years ago.
"So does it still hurt?" Adam asked again, his voice tense. Ironically, the irritation managed to do what caution hadn't been able to - it made him forget about his fear.