She was grateful for his quick healing, it lessened the worry she'd had for him. If only she'd gotten more of that instead of the new eyesight.

Chewing on her lower lip for a moment, she finally nodded and moved away, picking up the bloody knife to clean it. "I know," she assured him quietly. "I don't want that either. I just..." She glanced over at him from the sink, trying to decide how to say it, but just shook her head in the end and changed the subject.

"Was that what had you so distracted?"