He fixed my hair and cleaned the smudges of blood and dirt off my face with his thumb, I straightened my dress and made sure I looked okay before continuing walking alongside him. He was still on high alert as he took the bags from my hand even though I refused "I can handle this, don't worry" he said calmly letting me walk ahead of him
I know he was trying his best to look okay but I know that his wounds were serious, his shirt was covered in dirt and he was bleeding a lot. His side was drenched in his own blood seeping from his wound and even though he had already tied a piece of cloth around it, it was still flowing but he was strong
As I walked slowly in front of him, I worriedly took glances over my shoulder to make sure he was doing okay. He kept on surveying the area with keen eyes until we were almost at the castle gates.
