Ian understood what was going through Zia's mind, but he didn't want to say anything about it, because it was not something he could clearly express.
Instead, Ian sat beside Zia's bed and took her eyes off the knife on the table by leaning to the side, obscuring her view.
"Want to go out for a bit with me?" Ian asked with a smile on his lips.
However, Zia instead averted her gaze, as if she didn't want to see Ian there, then said in a low muttering voice, "Go away, I want to be alone."
"But, I want to accompany you here," Ian said earnestly. After seeing what kind of intent flashed across Zia's eyes, there was no way Ian would let her be alone or leave without caring what would happen to this woman.
They weren't close, but that didn't mean Ian would turn a blind eye to Zia's suffering.
