Till entered Love's room again and glanced over at the bed where Love was frowning deeply, a light sheen of sweat coating her forehead, and Apollo curled up next to her side, sleeping soundly.
"How is she?" He asked Faith, who had been seated at her desk tapping absentmindedly on her commlink with a bored expression.
"Hmm? Oh, she's fine. Or at least, she's the same, she hasn't woken up yet." Faith glanced up at him and over at Love with little to no concern.
Till felt a stab of annoyance and placed his hand on his hip, his eyes narrowing, "Why are you here keeping an eye on her if you don't care?" He pressed.
Faith raised her delicate eyebrows and her bright amber eyes widened slightly, "I look like I don't care?"
"Yes. You do actually. I think you only care about Ezra, and about - you know, killing him." Till trailed off, a twinge of guilt pulling once more at his conscience.
