If he was going to be hurt, it was only right she told him the truth that would hurt him right now.
She exhaled deeply and situating herself from his touch, she sat up on the bed. "My head hurts a lot right now."
Her tone naturally caused the man's brows to furrow as he sat up himself, next to her.
"I knew this would happen sooner so I had hot water and tea leaves brought up for you early enough."
With that Rochester crawled out of bed and began gaiting to the far table.
There were a lot of things Louisa felt from watching him do that. His gait was a clumsy one because he was limping as he walked. 'Why are you limping, Rochester? What is the matter with your leg?' She wanted to ask him these but that would only make her a hypocrite.
