Camilla walked into the quiet bedroom. She thought to herself. " How could he just stay here in the dark?"
She lit the oil lamp and the very first thing she saw was his bare back. She saw the powerful muscles of his shoulders tensing. She saw his hands struggling awkwardly with the bandage on his left side. He looked like a frustrated man trying and failing to tend to his own wounds.
Camilla let out a soft, tired sigh.
"Let me help you with that," Camilla said. Her voice was steady.
Damon stopped struggling. He slowly turned his body around to face her.
He looked at her standing in the doorway.
Damon expected to see her looking angry, or perhaps deeply worried, or maybe even indifferent.
But when he truly looked at her face, his heart sank.
She looked absolutely exhausted.
