Oh how delightful it was to hear him scream. But it was a shame that he passed out in the middle. Seeing him sleep was enlightening. His face didn't have that scowl to mar it. He had an angelic face when sleeping. Seeing him like that made me happier....

I gave myself a mental kick in the ass. He was just exploring the room I gave him, not trying to escape. What a fool I was! I walked back into his room. Seeing that I came into the room, he whimpered, looking frightened. I sat on the edge of the bed. 

"How do you feel? Are you okay?" I asked him. I snapped and a bundle of cream colored clothes appeared in front of him. He tentatively reached toward them, cerulean eyes asking for his voice. 

"Yes, you can put those on. If you want, I can help you with your injuries. I'm sorry I didn't realize that you weren't escaping." Damn it! That Sky child is going to be the death of me! But he didn't deserve what I did to him.  What I did was wrong. 

Once he was redressed, I stood up. 

"If you're hungry, you can come with me to the dining room." I said, extending my hand. He took it carefully. 

"How do you know that I can trust you?" he asked as we walked down to the dining room. 

How can he trust me, now that I've done something unforgivable to him? 

"I don't know that, Sky child. You have to tell me how you can trust me after what I've done." I whispered hoarsely.  

Dinner went by silently, and the Sky child and I retired to our beds. 

Someone help me, I love him.