Finding Melinda conscious and responsive to his words let Dalindme  know that as bad as things were for her, the pain wasn't a sign of something immediately life threatening. He did not like the way she looked, so pale and wane, and  the sweat on her brow was concerning. So he placed a gentle hand upon her forehead to check if her fever had returned. A gasp escaped him as wave upon wave of pain washed over him as Melinda's suffering got worse. He tenderly brushed her cheek with his fingertips as he opened himself up all the more to take as much of her pain from her as he could.<br/><br/>Dalindme moved nearer to her as  Melinda scrambled closer and laid her head on his chest. "I am learning to fix," he replied to her tenderly then added, almost like an appology, "not fast enough."<br/><br/>A warm wave of comfort washed over Melinda as Dalindme silently promised not to leave her. When she laid her hand on his arm gently to keep him at her side Dalindme leaned his head down and brushed his cheek along that arm extended towards him. "Your sleep, beautiful," he whispered to Melinda in a tone that was awed and reverent. His words weren't meant as a surface compliment, they were a sign of his wonder and appreciation of the memories in her dreams.