Felicity's heart quickened. "A doctor? A real one?"
Exile nodded, his expression guarded. "She seems genuine but I didn't approach without you."
"Take me to her," Felicity said, already moving toward the door.
Exile's arm shot out, blocking her path. "Not like that. It's dangerous out there."
"I'll be fine with you," she insisted, smiling up at him.
His jaw tightened. "The skirt is too short and the top shows too much skin."
"Exile," she sighed, touching his arm. "It's just clothes."
"It's a beacon," he countered, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on a discarded jacket. He grabbed it and wrapped it around her shoulders. "For me, please."
Felicity nodded, understanding his need to protect her. "For you."
