Emma had her back to Leon, as she prepared some sliced apples, cheese and a slice of fresh bread.  Turning to place it in front of him, she was stopped by the sight of his head nested inside his arms.  Putting the plate down, she tipped her head to one side and looked just stole long looks at him.  "You poor man, I should've just put you to bed.  Now I dare not wake you up, nor move you."  She didn't take her eyes from him for a long time, wondering what it would be like to touch him, to run her fingers through his hair.<br/><br/>Slowly she leaned into the table, reaching across with her hand, letting her finger tip slide through the soft strands.  She couldn't help but smile.  If anyone were to walk in at this moment, what would they think of her boldness?  Sighing and pulling back, she swallowed hard, turned and set about preparing the evening meal.  She still had bread from the night before, she would make new loaves tonight and have them ready for the morrow.  Once the meat and potatoes were bubbling, she began on the blackberry pie.  Tonight she would prepare a feast for her parents and their guest and, hopefully, they will allow Leon to stay until he is well, if not longer.