Isaac stirred awake, unfamiliar with the modern chandelier hanging from the ceiling. He couldn't sit up feeling weight on his right arm. It was Nash; she fit snugly in the crook of his arm. How did they end up next to each other? Bodies tangled.

She looked so peaceful now compared to how she was last night. Her right arm lightly rested on top of his chest. Isaac wondered why he always ends up watching her, completely arrested.

"Mm" Nash burrowed her head on his shoulder

Nash suddenly stopped her rousing, hyper aware with the foreign body next to her. Her eyes shot wide-open, cheeks heating up when she realized whom she was laying beside with. He tried his best to look as if he just woken up himself, mostly because he was so embarrassed that he'd been observing her again.

"Oh my god" she tried sitting up but flinched at the pang of her wounds

Isaac held her shoulders, steadying her. "You should stay still, you're still healing."

Quietly, she nodded. Her lips were pursed and had her head down. She rubbed her ear while lightly nibbling on her lips, she looked uneasy.

"What's wrong?" he tried catching her eyes, worried that she might be hurting again, "What hurts?"

"Uh, its not that" Nash fidgeted with her blanket, "I kind of lack in the garments department"

He mouthed 'oh' before saying it out loud. She was just in her underwear and the oversized t-shirt he helped her in the night before. That was his cue to get off the bed, clearing his throat at the awkwardness making his way to the door.

"I'll make us…" Isaac quickly checked the time, "Lunch"

She kept her head down trying to look anywhere else but him. Isaac left the room and made his way to the kitchen, fixing up some toasted bread, omelet, bacon and hot water. All the while he was listening to her movements in the other room, she moved slowly probably still in pain with her wounds.

"That smells good" he almost jumped when she emerged from her room and sat at the bar stool across him

Isaac only smiled at her, setting egg and bacon on her plate. She watched him silently, resting her chin on her palm.

"Coffee or tea?" Isaac asked as he poured hot water in her mug

"I think that's enough Alfred" Nash tried a pathetic reference to Batman and patted the stool beside her, "Sit"

"Alfred?" Isaac quirked an eyebrow as he took the seat next to her, "Did you just do Batman on me?"

"Yes, my dear old butler" she gave a sideways smile, "You were practically about to feed me my food"

"If I have to" he was quite serious about it

"You don't have to" she tore the Twining's packet and set the tea bag in her mug, "I can take care of myself"

He opened his mouth, about to object. Clearly she can't always do that; she almost died last night if he didn't rescue her. Before he could say a word, bacon found its way inside his mouth. Nash had that playful smile but her eyes seemed to say something else, a sort of sadness.

"Eat" Nash nibbled on the toast

There was a tarrying moment between them as they ate their meal, neither looking in each other's way. He wanted to ask her why she'd been in the woods by herself and why there were hunters in her trail. He banked on her listening to his thoughts so that he didn't have to ask out loud.

"All you need to know is that it's not safe to run around the woods right now" Nash gave him a small wary sideways glance

"Why?"

"Just listen to me, that's all you need to know"

"No" he angrily put down his fork, turning to her fully, "Why were they after you?"

Nash kept silent, assaulting the innocent bacon on her plate. If his eyes could, it would've bore right into her soul with the way he looked at her. It hurts him that she wouldn't tell him what it was and that she's carrying the weight by herself. He wanted to help her. He wanted to be there for her. He wanted to protect her.

"Please, just tell me" he held her shoulders, making her face him

She shook her head, whispering. "Leave me alone…"

He was taken aback by her words but he only clenched his jaw and held her firmly with resolve. Nash looked at him brows furrowed, her own jaw taught.

"Its none of your business! Okay?" Nash violently shrugged his hands off of her and strode towards the front door, "So, please leave me alone"

Standing beside the open door, she crossed her arms and waited for him to take the hint. There was pain in his eyes but he walked to where she was. Isaac stood there for a moment, his head hanging in defeat before stepping out.

Author's Note: Your comments and suggestions are very much appreciated! It would really help me improve my writing.