"Are you in pain?" Isobel helped her wipe the cold sweat from her forehead, then she helped her limp to the sofa and sit down.

As soon as she touched the sofa cushion behind her, she let out a low hiss, her face contorted, full of misery: "Forget it, if I sit back it will hurt even more, I should stand somewhere else."

Fawn sat across from her, he frankly observed her, his eyes turned from sharp to gentle, and finally to soft and confused.

Isobel pursed her lips and ...