*Gemma*
“I'm the picture of health," Kael said with an involuntary cough.
I scoffed and held out my hand for him to take. “I'm not very worldly, but I'm pretty sure being beat like a beef flank isn't normal."
Raisa was pacing, looking torn between miffed and worried, her hand resting on her stomach. “Pick it up, you two."
I helped Kael to his feet as much as I could, my arms out as he gathered his balance in case I needed to catch him again—I hoped I didn't—until he regained his footing. He swayed, and I worried he would pass out from blood loss. But he seemed to manage and hold his own. He caught sight of Raisa. “At least you're okay," he said to her.
She shot him a sour look despite his kind tone. “Kicked in several places does not count as 'okay,' but thank you anyway."
Kael glanc
