While he was gone she stopped hiding the pain and winced, her face screwing up as she rubbed at the sides of her forehead. When she heard the bottles rattle in the fridge door she swallowed then inhaled slowly, again closing her eyes against the stabbing pain.

It wasn't till he was holding the bottle to her lips that she opened them again, relieved that it seemed to have passed, or at least the pain when she opened them had dulled. His fingers felt great and she let herself lean back on his legs. "Thanks," she murmured as she let her head loll forward, hair falling forward too, away from her shoulders. She lifted it only to drink more of the water, putting the bottle down only when it was finally empty.