Freya's POV
My heart swelled with unexpected warmth. He had noticed even the smallest details about my condition.
I forced a light laugh, trying to mask my growing feelings. "You're incredible. How do you always know exactly what to do?"
His smile was subtle but genuine. "Don't forget where I came from. Years in the military teach you a few things."
"Right." I nodded, the pieces falling into place.
After spending years in that environment, dealing with injuries and emergencies would be second nature. Of course he would know basic medical care.
"Let's get some food first. The cafe here serves decent meals. Nothing fancy, but it'll do for now. Once things settle down this week, I'll take you somewhere proper." He handed me the menu, smoothly changing the subject.
His words reminded me that he had just returned from his business trip, yet here he was, making time to check on me. All because of a simple cut on my arm.
