I'm just your own Dowie and I'm going to take care of you as I did when you were six." She actually felt the bones of the small hand as it held her own still closer.

It began to tremble because Robin had begun to tremble.

But though she was trembling and her eyes looked very large and frightened, the silence was still deep within them.
"Yes," the low voice faltered, "you will take care of me.

Thank you, Dowie dear.

I--must let people take care of me.