Normally Brom would have dismissed such a plea out of hand.  But there was something in her gaze, in the way she asked without pleading that caught his attention.<br/><br/>He moved closer, letting the hand holding the rope drop to his side and reaching out to stroke her cheek with his other hand, lightly caressing her face and smoothing back her disheveled hair.  He watched her as he did, watching those soft, pretty eyes his own hardened orbs.