This week's (again, sort of random) snippet comes from The Sorcerer's Guardian. Savarin has been hurt, and Loriot insists on helping him. But Savarin isn't used to having anyone around to do that. (This one is a bit longer than six sentences—sorry!)
“Well, then, you need someone to take care of you.” And not just that day. Savarin could use some care on a regular basis despite his almost frightening competence.
“You don’t have to. It isn’t your job to wait on me.”
“I wasn’t talking about waiting on you. I’m talking about helping you until you’re feeling yourself again.” And showing him some care for long after that if Loriot had his way, but he wasn’t about to say that. “I want to do it, Savarin. Just as I wanted to sit with you until you woke.”
Savarin was quiet for a moment. “Were you there the whole time?”
“Not the whole time. I would have been if I could have, but I couldn’t abandon my duties or Alain entirely.” Even though he’d wanted to. Even though he’d been tempted to.