Is It Well?

There was a faint noise like footsteps coming from the hall, and Eliezer heard it, so he left her there alone with a sweet kiss of her cheek.

"Stay here," he requested softly with a brush of her hair and a loving squeeze of her neck. "I'll go and scout it out. I want you safe."

Dorcus offered a short nod and an appreciative smile. "Alright," she said, her head dully aching from crying.

Her eyes were red from tears which stained her humble cheeks and stung from sadness. She looked up at him longingly and reached out a hand as a silent request for favor. Eliezer took it and helped her as she stood shakily to her feet with her strength sapped from sorrow.

"Eliezer," she addressed quietly, not relinquishing his hand.

"Yes?" he anxiously acknowledged with loving eyes and furrowed brow.

"Please be careful," she requested softly as she rested her head on his shoulder and pressed her watering eyes to his neck.