“I’m in different clothing.” “Yes,” Theon confirmed. “Your other ones were soaked in sweat from the vomiting and…everything else. We thought you would want fresh clothing.” “You changed my clothing?” she gasped, clearly horrified. “Luka and I did.” “Oh my gods,” she moaned, dragging a hand down her face. “That crosses so many boundaries, Theon.” He couldn’t help the shiver that ran down his spine when his name fell from her lips. “You are my Source, Tessa. I am going to take care of you.”
