"It's not what you're thinking," James said quickly, still not looking at her. "They - they wanted to help, I think. They - they found out about -"
He held his breath for a moment, and glanced at her, just for a second as he loosely gestured to his upper body with one hand.
The next few words came out so quickly they ran together.
"And they felt bad, and then Nathan healed one of the wounds on my arm, and they didn't ask more questions, and I went to bed. That was all."
