Christopher's brows drew together, seeing the bruise on Amanda's right leg. He looked up to her in anger and said, "Is it worth it to break your leg?"
"Pfft! Seriously, do you know how strong are our leg bones?" She paused and thought for a second. "Given we have the same bone structure."
"No, it's our upper leg that is stronger, but you can't use it in a fight," he pointed out, holding on to her thigh.
Christopher was down on one knee, facing Amanda as she sat on her bed. They were in her room, checking on her right leg after arriving at the castle. He sighed and said, "We don't have ice here."
He held on to her bruised leg and somehow wished his cold hands were enough to ease Amanda's pain. He closed his eyes, wishing the evil magic inside him would lend him a hand.
"Chris, I am really fine - Woah, that is cold. Chris? Your hands are so cold!" Amanda exclaimed.
"Oh, that mark on your abdomen is back again," Amanda added, seeing the swirl mark on his stomach.
