She finished cleaning his face. Then brought out a bottle from her dusty bag. She was glad for not leaving it in bubble fold. While filling it said, "Thank god, I brought the bag."
Suran leaned back on the chest of the rock. He felt a deep unbearable pain over his shoulder.
"Can you locate it back?" he shrugged out of his shirt that pixies had knitted well. He watched over his shoulder and saw the deep red place that soon would become a big bruise.
"I can but make sure you won't scream!" She jested.
She sneaked behind him but the scars on his back zoomed-in her eyes. She saw them the previous night but never asked what had caused them.
"This is not the first time that I taste sore! Do it and stop staring at them." Suran grinned.
"What? Stare, are you joking?" In the meantime, she located back his shoulder. The sound of cracking echoed.
"Were you at war before? The scars are as huge as mine." She mentioned.
