"...Where are you going?" However, the moment the man moved, Emma Benson awoke.
She rubbed her bleary eyes, and her small hands instinctively clutched his arm.
"I must visit the troops today..." Walter Schmidt turned around, took her hand in his, and kissed it, his eyes warm and his voice coaxing, "I'll be back by noon, be good and sleep a little longer..."
As he spoke, his hand tucked the blanket securely around her.
Emma didn't move, still clinging tightly to his arm, mumbling, "Don't go..."
He had only slept for an hour or two. Emma was holding onto him out of concern for his rest, wanting him to sleep a bit more. But since she wasn't quite awake and was rather groggy, she couldn't articulate her thoughts clearly, causing the man to misunderstand.
"What's the matter? Can't bear to let me go?" Walter Schmidt caught her other hand and pulled it to his chest, his smile bewitching, "Is it because..."
