Iris Harris couldn't argue with him, so she hugged her legs and said sullenly, "Then let's wait until he gets a little better. Elaine said he's still in a dangerous period and could go brain-dead at any time."
"A scourge lives a thousand years. If he dies so easily, it would be surprising!"
He didn't seem worried at all, actually optimistic about James Mason's vitality.
Iris felt less anxious hearing him talk like that.
Although she still harbored apprehensions about what James had done to her in the past, he was Caleb Hyde, after all... in any case, she didn't want him to die.
Seeing her expression soften and her tightly furrowed brows relax, Brandan walked over, wrapped an arm around her slender shoulders, and kissed her on the forehead, "Alright, it's time to rest. It's so late."
Iris looked up at him, seeing the tenderness in his eyes, and murmured in agreement, lifting the blanket to lie down on the bed with Brandan.
