Spinning bosoms… yes. Right. Malachi swallowed against a dry throat, unsure if he should be concerned for the woman’s incessant hiccupping or not.

She was not alright, that much was clear, but was she physically well?

A dark brow raised as he continued to watch her, eyes catching on the light that glinted off of her fresh tears. He’d not been called anything remotely resembling a lad since before the age of twelve!

“I don’t know either,” Malachi forced a laugh, if only to save her embarrassment.

“Let me help you sit up and find some water?”

He held his arms out toward her, hesitant to touch without permission.