"Just look at me," he repeated softly. "Look at my face and it will all be alright. You don't have to think about everyone else staring at you." He wrapped his arms around her in a gentle hug. The smell of tobacco and mint leaves would reach her nose. He kissed the top of her head and murmured, "I love you. You don't have to love me back, but I love you. And when you look at me, you will see that, because I won't take my eyes off of you." He pulled back and lay a hand on her cheek, looking into her eyes. "It will be alright, I promise. And if it isn't, I shall make it alright somehow."