She looked up at him, unaware of the shaking as her heart hurt to see the pain in his face. And she reached up and cupped his cheek, thumb brushing over damp skin. "My fucking mind is very sound, thank you," Wren's voice wasn't all that steady, either.

"They tried to hurt you. They waited for me to get out of the way and they came after you. Kimhan, if they wanted me, they would have taken me in the bathroom but they wanted you." That worried her. Yes, she had very little combat training and only halfway decent self-defense, but the fact remained that they went after him and all his worry was for her.

It was impulsive, but she kissed him. Full on the mouth, her concern and desperation palpable. "You're out of your fucking mind thinking I would run away and leave you to deal with this--whatever the hell this is--on your own. I care about you, and I'm not going to let a mob of well dressed heathens keep me away. Wild horses can't keep me away and I don't know how else to get that through into your one brain cell."