She started to unload the tent from a camel’s back, but Aren caught hold of her wrist. “I’ll do it.” She looked up at him, her azure eyes drawing him in. Drowning him, as they always had. “I’m fine, Aren.” “I know you are. And I know you can do it yourself. But let me do it for you anyway.” Color rose to her cheeks, and she looked away. “As you like.”
