They sat across the table without speaking while the werewolf tucked in to his plate. Something about her unexpected visit had brought out a surprising nurturing side in him. It had been a long time since anyone had fussed and fretted over her health and comfort. When he thought she might be the tiniest bit peckish, he was in the kitchen searching for something to feed her. If the temperature dropped a single degree in the cottage, he made sure that she had a warm blanket or an extra jumper of his to wear. He was protective over her as she slept. If she hadn't known about his tragic history when it came to love, she might have even been foolish enough to believe that he was falling in love with her.