Amelia Clarke's voice was somewhat trembling, "This, how do I help you? I, I also don't know how..."
Owen Moreland's expression obviously faltered for a moment before a hint of a smile slid across the depths of his profound eyes. He hooked a teasing, near-smiling arc at the corner of his lips, his eyebrows raised as he looked at Amelia Clarke. His demeanor was a departure from his usual seriousness, turning slightly frivolous and charmingly wicked, "Amelia, is that how you want to help me? I don't mind..."
With delayed understanding, Amelia Clarke also realized that Owen Moreland was probably asking her to help support him.
And she had been thinking about helping him urinate...
Amelia Clarke's ears turned 'whoosh' red, and she felt unbearably embarrassed.
Owen Moreland looked down at the girl's fair face blushing red, his eyes dark and deep. He chuckled softly and lifted his hand to ruffle her hair, saying, "Support me."
