The Man Who Saved My Life Without Knowing Who I Am

The man who had dragged her from her ship stood in the doorway, his head cocked to the side as he studied her. He wore pants like hers and nothing else. Water glimmered in the sparse hairs on his lean chest,. His hair was wet and edged with silver at his temples. Can you understand me? She met his gaze, considering what was best in the situation given she knew nothing of him. "He saved my life without knowing who i am," she said after a moment's thought. 'He deserves at least some of the truth'