Elise tried to pull her hand again. The words whispered by Ian was no less than a whisper of a devil, sweet, tempting, almost bringing her the image of her family's death. Ian told her he would not die, they hadn't tried to prove it is true, and this was what Ian tried to do, but Elise didn't want it.
With Ian didn't let go of her hand, she frowned, her eyes looking at him, "I don't want to," rather than anger, or a voice of disapproval, Elise sounded like begging. "Even if you can't die, Ian, I don't want to injure you."
"I can heal myself," replied Ian, stating what he could do. He was never bothered by wounds or injuries. He saw Elise shaking her head, and somewhere he can't correspond with Elise's thoughts. "I will not die or injured."
