Ester hissed in pain, glancing down at her burned palms. "Ouch, they’re scratched."
I rushed over to her, taking her hands gently. Judging by the rash, it was definitely from a mixture of silver and moonflowers. Without hesitation, I lifted her small frame and carried her to the nearby washroom, letting cool water flow over her palms.
The cell corridor was only about ten feet away. I guess she hasn’t fully embraced her Acacia consciousness yet and is still accustomed to living as a human, which made her careless—walking too close to that cell with the now-dead body.
My heart was still racing when I asked, “Are you okay?”
I searched her blue eyes, looking for any signs of distress, but found nothing. How I missed her golden gaze. Even so, she looked beautiful with her current eyes.
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