"Did you really think I'd just leave you here alone?" Finn asked.
Evangeline pressed her lips together, saying nothing. Over the years, with no friends or family she could truly rely on, she had learned to expect the worst. She hadn't held out much hope for Finn. In her mind, it was perfectly normal for him to be disappointed and leave.
Her silence was all the confirmation he needed. He sighed softly, closed the door behind him, and gently lifted her into his arms, carrying her back to the bed.
"I'm not going anywhere. I promised I'd be here for you, and I don't break my promises," Finn said, his voice warm and steady. He gently wiped the sweat from her forehead. "Give me five minutes."
With that, he left the bedroom, closing the door behind him. The soundproofing wasn't perfect, and Evangeline could hear the clanging of pots and pans from the kitchen.
Five minutes later, Finn returned, carrying a steaming bowl of soup.
"Hot, hot, hot," he muttered, rushing to the bedside table. He set the bowl down with a clatter, then quickly pulled his hands back, hissing in pain and shaking them out.
After a moment, he scooped up a spoonful of the broth, blew on it, and held it to her lips. "This is a mix of warming herbs. I heard it's supposed to help with cramps. Here, drink it all."
Evangeline looked into the bowl. It was a dark, murky concoction, filled with what looked like a random assortment of herbs and supplements. A faint burnt smell wafted from it.
She looked up at Finn. He was sitting close, his dark hair damp with sweat. There was a smudge of some red powder on his cheek, and he looked slightly disheveled.


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