"Of course I do." Sorin said in Romanian. He suppressed a shudder, masking it into a tighter hold on Tanek. Many of the refugees had terrible nightmares, particularly early in their escape when the addictive quality of the sedatives were wearing off, making them more awake and aware. They came to Sorin's room for sleep, or Sorin was called to theirs.
Tanek's confession did not make Sorin any more willing to let him come to Anton to help their brothers and sisters. His scar would not heal. Going back could only make it worse, especially if they failed.
Sorin shook his head to banish such doubts and he kissed Tanek's hair. "Let us talk of something better. Tell me what you have been doing these past four months. Leave nothing out." Sorin smiled and got more comfortable on the bed. He slipped his fingers under Tanek's shirt and softly stroked the boy's skin.