When he walked closer to her she saw that he wasn't wearing a shirt under his jacket. Her eyes lingered longer then necessary on his toned abs and smooth chest. Clara stayed where she was as he brought one of the fish he had cooked over to her. It was just a little burnt but still she could eat it and the fact that he had looked for greens for her made a small smile grace her lips. His hand gently touched her face and she knew he was checking to see if she still had a fevor but his hand lingered longer then he had to. If he had done this before the attack she would have smacked his hand away and threatened to stab him. Now she didn't think she could marr that perfect body of his and even her insults seemed wrong if they came to mind.<br/><br/>Something was differnt between them and she for the first time felt a strange bond between them. It wasn't complete and even felt fragilw, but she knew it could grow stronger if she only let it, "Thank you." She said as she looked over the greens he had brought her, "And not just for the fish.... but for staying here when you could easily leave..." She said this softly and didn't look him in the eyes. She remembered asking him to  stay with her when she had woken in pain and she knew that he had heard her. She smiled inwardly and made her face look a little bored, "Don't get used to this softness I'm showing now, becasue as soon as I'm feeling at my best again. I'm going right back to my usual self." She took a bite of her fish and after a moment or two she couldn't stop a full blown smile letting him know that she was joking with him. It wasn't usual for her to joke with anyone and was a little shocked with herself to have done so, but she felt that she should try to keep Art at ease for what he had done for her.