Book Five, Chapter 84: A touch of chemistry...
"Do you think it'll help him?" Kimberly asked, chewing on her bottom lip. She still stared after him long after he ran into the forest.
We were Off-Screen, and the tears that had started On-Screen were still coming down her cheeks uninterrupted. Maybe that was why she was a good actress. Because the feelings—to her—were real.
Even as we and the mercenaries started preparing for what was certainly going to be a big action scene, she would occasionally glance in that direction or find an excuse to climb up onto the fort's upper wall lookout paths, hoping she might be able to see into the forest.
It was too dark to see anything, even under the full moon.
I didn't know how to answer her question.
"It can't hurt," I said. "The werewolf curse is strengthened by trauma. The man embraces the wolf to forget the pain. Maybe helping him forget his trauma will help him overcome the wolf. But like I told you, I don't know what will happen, Kimberly."
Antoine’s nightmare trope was powerful, but it was also a bit vague.
I wished I knew what to say to make her feel better. Heck, I wished I could understand exactly what was going through her mind. This was a storyline, and when it was over, Antoine would be fine—assuming we survived.
Was she worried that the damage would be more than just physical?