Desmond stared at Leonor briefly, measuring the sapphire eyes that stared daggers through him.
He knew she wasn't lying when she said she would leave. She would return to her room even if she stumbled all the way there. To make matters worse, she would likely refuse his help because he was the reason for her storming away.
Leonor was different from the timid girl he knew. Even though she was passionate and full of life as a teenager, she lacked a certain stamina she had as an adult. Perhaps it was years at the Academy making her more confident and stubborn when she was comfortable with someone.
It further made him imagine what it would be like to properly love her. She wouldn't let him walk all over her while she wouldn't walk all over him. While she recuperated, he treated her as fragile but she was strong. The times he witnessed her sparring sessions with Stephano only proved as much.
