"Surely you have another car I can borrow?" she asked in a completely natural tone. "Yes, but the storm outside is not feasible for driving." That made Morana turn, her eyes locking with his blue ones, a streak of dirt across his one cheek where he'd tussled on the floor. "You're worried about my safety?" she asked, disbelief thick in her voice. He raised his eyebrows. "I'm worried about my car."
