Camilla’s breath had evened out completely, her head resting gently on Donatello’s shoulder.Her fingers still clung faintly to his shirt like she was afraid he would disappear if she loosened her grip.

For a long moment, Donatello didn’t move.

He simply listened to her breathing.

He had no idea what possessed him — but he slowly slid one arm under her legs and lifted her off the floor.

Her body was feather-light in his arms.

She didn’t wake.

He carried her down the hallway, the ...