"It's nothing severe. It should heal overnight," Zach took Miley's hand in his. The chain wrapped around his wrist wrapped into smaller chains and surrounded her wrist like a bandage, glowing white.
Miley said nothing, she kept on peering at Zach's bleeding hand, then at him and then averted her eyes looking at the ground.
"I think I overdid it. I should have considered that it was your first time. We will start from the very basics tomorrow," he was about to leave when Miley held his bleeding hand.
"This… this… hand… can't you treat yourself?"
"Of course, I can. But it's just that I don't want to… sometimes your own hurt…" he looked at his bleeding palm, "reminds you that you have no right to hurt others." He clenched his palm into a fist and walked into the inn.
"What kind of perso
