Rosalie can never stay irritated with Carlisle for long. She's never figured out why-- maybe it's the way he tends to turn the other cheek like that... But she can't bring herself to mind, either.

She sighs, heavily. And gets up off the armrest to kneel and lean over it, resting her cheek lightly on Carlisle's shoulder.

"I'm sorry," she admits, unable to look at him. "I'm just... worried." She adds, with difficulty again, "I don't want anything to happen to you."