He’d not corrected her and told her that he was not in pain because he liked that she cared enough to help him soothe it. No one had ever looked after Azriel. He’d usually been the one to look after others. After an hour or so, he’d concluded that he’d tell her that he was not in pain and make her stop giving him teas and biscuits and dark chocolates. He didn’t wish to feel the need for care. What if the need never left him? Who would satiate it then?
