She shot him a grateful smile. "I have my savings from my internship; if I fail to make proper arrangements, I shall get a room at an inn somewhere. I'm sure I could support myself for a while." She was sure she could survive this, at least for a while; her fears were more or about the social consequences—and more specifically, how they'd impact her relationships with the people she cared for.
At his admission, Bella reached out and ran her knuckles down his cheek. "Thank you," she murmured sincerely, unsure of how else she could respond. He'd been worried about her, which should have been obvious enough from the series of letters they'd written back and forth. She supposed it was the lack of any before then that made her fear that his care was only situational, and that he'd become distant once he realized she was well.
(If you could call her current state well to begin with.)
At his admission, Bella reached out and ran her knuckles down his cheek. "Thank you," she murmured sincerely, unsure of how else she could respond. He'd been worried about her, which should have been obvious enough from the series of letters they'd written back and forth. She supposed it was the lack of any before then that made her fear that his care was only situational, and that he'd become distant once he realized she was well.
(If you could call her current state well to begin with.)
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