"Run. . ." Ciana muttered out to herself, her injured hand stick out from its position. It made Vandezo held his hand with hers. But he make sure of it, that he did not just touch her hand without a caution. Since the cooling gel pads has been placed in her palm, the back of her hand, on her wrist and the upper arm, he tenderly hold her to let her feel safe.
"She might be dreaming about some thing bad." His assistant butted in and broke his moment with Ciana.
"Can you stay quite? And let me handle this?" Vandezo said politely. His assistant did not believe what he just heard from him. It was like a whole different Vandezo.
