Her smile softened as her eyes slowly traveled over the heavy bandages wrapped around Liora's wrists and hands before moving to the splints supporting both of her legs, and the excitement in her face immediately gave way to concern.
She had wanted nothing more than to hug her, but instead she settled for standing as close as she possibly could. "Auntie Liora," she said, her lower lip pushing into an exaggerated pout, "I woke up," she continued, folding both arms stubbornly across her chest, "and you were gone."
Liora couldn't help laughing softly. "I'm afraid we were."
"You left me behind."
The accusation carried so much childish indignation that Marcus quietly looked away, hiding the smile threatening to appear. Liora leaned forward as much as her injuries allowed. "I'm sorry," she said, her voice remaining warm. "You were sleeping so peacefully. The physicians said you needed the rest, and neither of us had the heart to wake you."
