1/2 She can’t help a grimace as she gets out of the car. Independent as ever she shruggs off his help as she stands on one leg, fitting the crutches beneath her arms. « I’m okay » she assures him with a tired smile. « It was just a long flight and I’m starting to feel it.. » His hand cups her chin, tilting her face so he can really look at her, alarmed by the shimmer of tears that film her eyes; brilliantly blue against the pain-pinched whiteness of her skin. He draws her toward him, concious of