[A look of relief crossed him instantly. There was still tension in his posture, a lingering fear of the possibilities in his mind, but her reassurance was more of a comfort than he could express.

Setting his crutches aside, he slid onto the bed next to her, setting a hand atop one of hers.]

Right, you are. But I think Doc should've had his eyes checked- ya aren't fat or stupid. You speak two languages, know how to cook. Got more education than I do.