(I hope you didn't pay too much for those fictional diamonds, Zarco... I mean, diamonds aren't really worth anything anyhow.)
Cassy waited downstairs for Setcho, wondering where he had gone off to.
Clare nodded gently and carefully helped Alka into the wheelchair. "If all else fails, we can try my blood too," she whispered, blushing and kissing his ear. "Anything to make you better."