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Maxwell turned away, running one hand through his hair, though with it styled the way it was the action hardly made a difference in his appearance.  When he spoke again, his voice was very soft.  "She shouldn't have to ask you not to cause her needless pain."  He might have said more, but a set of dashing footsteps in the hall made him stop.  Moments later the door burst open and Amuné flung her arms around the former assassin.  "Cain!"  The girl was making an effort not to hurt him, since he'd been injured, but she wasn't exactly gentle.  The corner of the doctor's mouth turned upwards at the display, though the look he gave Cain over her head was intense, and then he quietly slipped out of the room.

Amuné didn't even notice his departure.  She hugged Cain tightly, like he might vanish if she let go, and her shoulders shook with muffled sobs.  The previous three days had been torture, even though the doctor had told her he believed Cain would recover.  It had felt like forever, although she could hardly remember anything she'd done.  The child had barely gotten his name out, and she couldn't manage to say anything further, but the way she clung expressed her feelings far better than any words might.