Their interactions had not been altogether rewarding in the past, but far be it for the creature to let sleeping dogs lie. She had not missed the abrupt, startling way that Jule stared at her frame. He looked as if he were starving and she was a freshly-cooked slab of meat. It wasn't her that he was looking at, but the girl whose frame she had wrapped around herself.
The creature was not foolish enough to think that many would choose her over the sweet little girl in the white dress whose eyes sparkled. Not with those dimples. The whelp was wholly unaware of the attention heaped upon her, which, she supposed, was part of her charm.
That and the demon lurking in her brain that made men want to save her. In the end, they all wanted to be heroes.
It was not overly complicated to sneak past the woefully lax security to slip into the healer's domain. So, the spirit walked her host into Jule's room and deposited her upon his bed and went dormant again. She took her fingers off of the puppet strings and watched to see what would happen.
The haggard man who barely slept, with all manner of workplace matters whirling in his head, would be greeted with the sweet-natured girl snuggled among his sheets with a single candle lit to banish the darkness.
Feeling his eyes, her lashes fluttered and slate eyes blinked at him sleepily. Abruptly, they cleared and she sat up to take stock of her surroundings. The caged whelp shot him a wary look, as if he were the one responsible for bringing her here.