"I… I can manage now. Thank… thank you… for your help." She replied, stammering. "I can definitely do it on my own now."
"Be careful. If you need help, just call me." He said and when she nodded, he tactfully turned and left the room.
The moment the door was closed, Gavriel raked his hand through his hair and exhaled shakily while leaning against the bathroom's door, feeling his legs as unsteady as a new-born foal's. His suddenly stiff fingers fumbled with his cloak and yanked it away as if it were causing him to suffocate from heat.
