It's like the first time I've seen the inside of Carlisle's home.

The thirst abated, I am able to take in my surroundings. The house is simple, but there is a case of books, a large painting. I brush my fingers over a large wooden cross and notice the state of my hands. Two days in the wild and I am filthy with dried blood. My clothing is ruined.

"I should clean up."

I think nothing of removing my torn garments in front of him.

So beautiful, he thinks.

I drop my eyes to the floor. "Thank you," I whisper.

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