He looked better.

The swelling and redness of his face were less marked.

And at that moment no pain shadowed his eyes.

They were soft, dark, eloquent.

If Columbine had not come with her avowed resolution and desire to unburden her heart she would have found that look in his eyes a desperately hard one to resist.
Had it ever shone there before?
Blind she had been.
"You're better," she said, happily.
"Sure--_now_.