Damon's POV
I mixed the medicine with warm water and walked back to the cot.
Aria was still sleeping restlessly. Her brow was furrowed, eyes shut tight, lashes trembling slightly. Cold sweat covered her forehead and dampened the hair around her face.
I checked her forehead again.
Her fever seemed to be coming back.
Looking at the unconscious woman before me, I suddenly felt like I was seeing a stranger. In the past, she used to follow me around no matter what the weather was like, and I'd never seen her catch so much as a cold. When had her body become so fragile?
I leaned against the wall beside the bed, holding the cup in one hand and pulling the sleeping woman into my arms with the other.
"Mmm…" Aria let out a soft, unconscious sound, like a kitten.
I unconsciously tightened my
