He sighs softly, thin long fingers tangling in your hair as he pulled it carefully from your neck. Feeling tired and overworked, you let your shoulders fall and guard drop. As soon as you did, Silco moved his hands from your hair to your waist, gripping your sides. He muttered softly. My poor angel, been so overworked...let me take care of you. I'll start making dinner and run you a bath, you just relax for me, darling. You think you can do that?