Esme's fingers brushed across his temples before cupping his face. "I need to examine your eyes more closely," she murmured, her voice calm and purposeful.
With gentle care, her thumbs lightly skimmed his brow, carefully guiding his head upward to meet the faint light filtering through the room, at the same time being mindful of his discomfort.
Though she'd never really treated anyone blind before, Finnian always got into some kind of mischief in the past that ended up with him suffering from an eye injury. She had to expand her knowledge by studying the intricacies of ocular care if she wanted to treat him.
"Tell me if it hurts when I do this," she instructed as she gently parted his eyelids. Donovan winced slightly at the sudden intrusion of light, and Esme immediately noticed how his pupils contracted too sluggishly in response to the brightness.
Her face was a frown of concern, and she leaned close.
