Florence's eyes, still clouded with the fragility of her restored life, saw the blood and grime streaking Brandon's face and the deep gashes marring his arms.
Her heart clenched in pain "Dear..." she whispered, her voice trembling with concern as her hand reached out to brush against his bloodied knuckles.
Brandon shook his head and his bloodshot eyes softened as he met her gaze. "No, it's alright, Florence..."
His voice was hoarse, carrying the weight of his grief and relief, but he forced a faint smile to reassure her.
He tightened his grip around her, supporting her frail body as she leaned against him.
Florence's gaze shifted to Kiera, who knelt beside her and her expression softened "Kiera..."
Kiera grasped Florence's arm tightly with trembling fingers as she nodded. "Mother..."
Charlotte approached them and Florence looked up at her with a faint smile tugging at her lips "Thank you for saving me..."
