Glynna sobbed. Dare found himself alone with Glynna, who’d worked by his side all afternoon and into the evening without shedding a single tear. “Didn’t you calmly sew my back up just a little while ago? And you’ve been working beside me easy as can be for hours. How come you’re crying now?” Dare knew he sounded too harsh. It was possible he was on the ragged edge of his own self-control. Glynna had clearly gone over the edge. She cried harder. “You saved her hand. Maybe her life.” The cut had the potential to be life threatening if a lot of things had gone wrong, but they hadn’t, so Dare wasn’t about to claim he’d saved her life. “I d-didn’t have time to c-cry before.” Glynna turned to Janny, who was still unconscious. Dare had carefully given her more laudanum, twice during the long day, and she was deeply asleep. Dare feared giving her too much; he’d never dosed a youngster before this day.
