Moulin's eyes shrunk as he intensely stared at the gaping wound on Hadrian's arm. His eyes are filled with alarm, and fear doused him like a wave of cold water. The wound seemed scorched, bleeding and emitting a horrible stench.
"H-Hadrian, " Moulin stuttered.
He looked up only to see the man holding him show no expression at all. Not even a wince of pain as though his injury was just some insignificant thing. Moulin suddenly felt his chest sting.
"Are you alright?" Hadrian asked as he lowered his gaze. The golden rings in his eyes deepened as he examined the youth's expression for any signs of pain. His gaze softened when he realized Moulin wasn't hurt. Moulin didn't feel less comforted.
