"Ow!"
I squealed when Faerus puts some kind of slimy liquid on the wounds and scratches on my hand.
"Stop overreacting, it is not even that painful compared to when you landed on your face." he scoffed, keeping his sight locked on my hands as he carefully applies the said liquid. "You should not run like that, it is dangerous."
I pursed my lips, I feel like I had already told him why I was running like that in the first place, because I have missed him throughout the days he was busy torturing those guards, and I won't say it again realizing that what I said was utterly embarrassing.
He wrapped my hands, palm and wrist with bandages before exclaiming, "There, all done. . ." he carelessly threw away the small bottle he was holding before laying back comfortably.
"Thank you," I marve
