Useless for the stage.

Arwen watched as Aiden got dressed for the day and asked, "Your wound isn't hurting you anymore, right?" 

Aiden met her gaze through the mirror and shook his head. "It's better. As you asked, I have made sure it hasn't gotten wet," he said, then turned towards her, asking, "Is there something else you want to ask?" 

Arwen's eyes flashed. How did he do that—read her so easily every time? Yes, she had something to ask him. Although she was becoming more comfortable around him, it still felt too sudden to request things from him freely. Yet, with no other choice, she nodded. "Yes, there is something I need your help with." 

Aiden didn't press further but she could tell he was waiting for her to continue.