- Etienne approached me and gently caressed the wound on my forehead. I shivered at his touch and blinked.
- “Then what is this?” he murmured, and I puffed my chest, holding my breath in. To have someone to worry about me like this… it was nice.
- “I-It’ll heal.” I took his hand and removed it from my hurt forehead. “Hey, we’re both bruised now.” I huffed a laugh, hoping to lighten the mood, but he just frowned even more.