A/N: This is a drabble - it's short on purpose!
She's grown up right before his eyes. From girl to woman, stronger with each passing day.
Wesley knows that he's changed too, but with him it's different - he's just adapted. She's become something else, something more. He watches her over the top of his book, no longer paying attention to the demonic language that the pages contain.
There's a glass of water in front of her, and she clutches to it desperately, hopefully. Angel rushes around in the background, around the hotel's lobby, collecting weapons and making plans. Gunn stands, axe in hand, just ready for action.
She's done her part, performed her duty. The vision hit her a while back now, and already Angel's forgotten her, too wrapped up in his mission and his quest for redemption to stop and make sure she's alright. He caught her when she fell, he asked her what she saw, he made sure she wasn't dying.
And then he left Wesley to tend to her. To lead her to sit down, to fetch painkillers for her, to help soothe her pains away. Wesley didn't complain, not once. He doesn't want to - if his only function in Angel Investigations is to care for Cordelia, then he knows that that alone is worthwhile.