As she requested to go home, Asher helped her get dressed. He had dealt with everything while Bianca was preparing herself to head out. Then he volunteered to help her with everything she might need.
"I'll take it slow, so you do what you need to do, and I will be ready when you're done," Bianca shooed him away.
"I have nothing else to do. Just let me help you," Asher stubbornly yet gently argued.
He knew she was just self-conscious as to why she was shooing him away, but being aware of her condition, Asher didn't want to obey her this time. He was willing to carry her in his arms if walking would give her even the slightest pain, so he was keenly observing. He was well aware Bianca would never voice such discomfort.
Bianca was indeed feeling uncomfortable. She realized walking was c
