Amelia Clarke smiled graciously and politely responded, "Thank you for your hard work."
The nurse sneakily glanced at Owen Moreland and then said to Amelia Clarke, "It's my duty, it's nothing."
Owen Moreland held Amelia Clarke's hand, his face solemn and calm, "There are people watching here, go freshen up a bit and get some rest early. There will be a specialist consultation tomorrow afternoon, you need to be in good spirits."
Amelia Clarke, catching the nurse's glance out of the corner of her eye, smiled at Owen Moreland and said, "Then you should get going, it's not convenient for a big man like you to stay here."
Her little contrivances, how could they escape Owen Moreland's eyes.
Owen Moreland smiled and ruffled her hair, said nothing, and with long strides paced out of the ward, his steps steady and his silhouette sturdy and dependable.