Alexander saw her having trouble speaking. She slowly tried to speak, "W-w-who? N-no one s-sent me."
He loses his grip on her a little more and got more closer to her face. He snarled at her.
"Do you know who you are messing with?"
By now, they both were now on eye level with each other.
Alexander was a patient man, but holding the girl like that has somehow made him low on patience. Her petite figure was pressed between him and the wall. For the first time, he was having a weird sensation in his body and he has no control over it. He wanted to know the answer if she was sent by him or not and he wanted it quick.
"I-I will never mess w-with a w-warrior."
Alexander's face was now close to her face. His brown cold eyes were looking deeply in her confused blue doe eyes. His flaring nose was right in front of her button nose. They were close enough for their breathing to get mixed. His straight tight lip was inches away from her heavily breathing ones.
Alexander's eyes were focused. He was looking for any trace of a lie but he found none. With that, he left her throat and kept his hand on the wall for support.
"I-I apologize miss. I took you for someone else."
His wound was taking a toll on him. He didn't even have enough strength to stand straight. He tried to stand with the support on the wall but his grip loosed and he fell on the floor clutching his wound.
The moment Alexander left her, she started taking deep breaths to control his breathing. But when she heard a thud and him grunting in pain, she rushed to his aid.
"S-Sir warrior, come with me. I will see it. You are hurt."
Alexander wanted to decline the offer but the wound didn't give him the chance to defy it. She quickly placed one of his arms around her shoulders and supported him in walking through the corridors towards the room.
She made him sit on her bed, and slowly lifted his shirt up to the point from where his chest starts. Luckily his wound was not that big but it was deep. She slowly stood up and went to her box which was keeping various types of herbs. After smelling two of the herbs a bit, she picked both of them.
All this while he was observing her with curiousness and calculative eyes. He has never seen a female working so elegantly with the herbs. It was as if she knows it by the back of her hand. Some females who have worked or live their life around doctors may know them. But they are rare. Isabella was feeling eyes on her but she didn't care much about it. For now, her attention was focused on healing him.
"Sir warrior it will be a lot warmer, and feel as if a lot of bugs are walking at once. But nothing to fret about, by tomorrow you will be able to fight again."
A frown suddenly appeared on his face. He was already having a hard time understanding her and now his words were more confusing. But the worried expression of her was saying otherwise. Soldier or not, he didn't want to look like a lad crying. He has gotten many wounds on his body before this one. Some are deeper while some are longer. He knows he will not cry. His frown suddenly turned into a small smile and then into a smirk. With mirth present in his eyes and playfulness in mind, he replied.
"I may remind you, I am a warrior. Wounds are tolerating for mee..."
His reply was cut off in the middle of the sentence with a scream. He was suddenly feeling a strong burning sensation on his wound. He was gritting his teeth together. With Jaw clenched and hands were in the form of a strong fist. He felt as if he would slip his current state for even once, he will lose it and scream. When he felt like it was a little bit under control, he looked over his wound and found a little brownish-green colored paste covering it.
He frowned, thinking when was it placed. But then he saw the girl's hand covered in the same paste and looking around the wound as if to found another. He didn't know why, but he was now worried if she will find another one or not. For the first time, he was praying god to not let another wound present. He was never scared of anyone. Even the best of fighters are scared of his mere presence, but here he was, lying on the bed and worrying about the girl finding another spot to put it on.
"Sir Warrior??!! Are you alright? There is water."
Alexander's eyes were wide by now. He was observing and looking in her eyes to find some trace of humor but all he got was pure compassion and worry. He wanted to shout at her but her blue innocent eyes were captivating. He refrained from shouting over her. The paste was hard it made him doubt himself. He was now conflicted if the paste will work exactly as she said or what he has always believed.
He has known about various herbs in the wild. Some are even brought from other places. He has no clue about the herb which has been applied. He has never encountered one as hard as this one and neither did any herb was capable of heeling this fast as she claims. But he couldn't bring himself to say anything.
His breathing was yet deep, eyebrows frowned together, and hands were strongly in the form of a fist. He again grinds his teeth together to reduce the pain. Although he was able to avoid it while observing her, it was yet strong enough to make him scream. He was trying everything he could to control his urge to scream. It will draw unwanted attention if he will shout and it may draw the attention of his attackers.
"Nothing to fret over. The paste is just giving me a burning sensation."
"It will be warm and make you feel a little hurt and as if hundreds of bugs are walking. But you will be able to fight by tomorrow morning."
"GIRL!!.. It is what we call burning sensation."
"But why? It doesn't burn you."
Alexander was baffled. With wide eyes and mouth agape like a fish without water. He looked at her as if she was something far from the world which he has never seen in his whole life. He left a heavy gasp and turned his head to his right. She was a mystery which he desires to solve. But for now, his attention was outside the window. He could see the moon peeping inside through the window. He has always liked the moon. But it was looking exceptionally beautiful tonight. Maybe it was because he was looking at it after a very long time.
In the middle of his thoughts, Isabella left the room to fetch something to eat for Alexander. She could see her pained expression and he seemed as he could use some food too. Peter has shown her where to find food if she ever needed them. He has kept a personal stock of food for himself. He may use it rarely, but it does come in handy when needed. She decided to choose a few berries, cookies, and a glass of milk for him.
With her head ducked and eyes closed, she sent a quick prayer to the moon goddess for forgiving her as she may spend the night with another male. And a quick one for the warrior to heal quickly she head inside.