His odd behaviour did little to assuage her worries – for by her eyes, it made him look even closer to death.
Hurriedly she began to clean the rest of his blood from his leg, eyeing up the cuts on his torso as she did so, to make sure there were no serious ones that had escaped her notice.
Her mother smiled at her, watching her work. "To think that you'd ever tend to a boy," she said, flashing her the sunniest smile Nila had seen in a while.
With how emotional she'd been for the past few hours, such a thing caught her off guard, and she couldn't help blushing where normally she might have merely frowned. "S-stop!" She said weakly, unable to think of a good response.
Nila's mother giggled to herself as she patted Beam on the shoulder. "I'll fetch you some of my husband's old clothes – you can't be going out like that in this weather."
"…Thank you," Beam said, his face finally looking as though something pained him.
