The chain was pressed to my side as I fell to the ground making me yelp. I felt his hands around my waist and I was lifted onto the lap of Tristan. My hand went around his neck to support myself as his concerned eyes took my figure in.
One of his hands was on my waist and the other was on my waist. Warmth spread in my body and my pain was soothed down. It felt like the familiar care of a mother, the satisfaction of when she would blow softly on the wounds.
"Are you hurt? He looked at the side where the chains had pressed in, "Hold on, I shall call uncle."
He made a movement tit me and the bed, beside him but I clung to him restricting his movements. The chains digging into my skin did hurt but when he touched me, it was just gone. Vanished!
