The lamp is flickering erratically as the night breeze picks up and I shiver visibly as the chill creeps through my skin and my knuckles ache. A minute after Elian announced that we'd leave, a butler had appeared out of nowhere with something that seemed like a first aid kit.
The alcohol rub hurt much more than I'd remember but it has been a while since I got hurt.
"I have called for the carriage. It will be a few minutes." Elian's voice rings out of nowhere and I turn to him, caught off-guard. He looks at me, and at my arms crossed in front of me but he doesn't make any comments.
"Thanks…" I press my lips together, looking around for something to say, "...and I am sorry."
"Don't worry." He replies immediately but it sounds incredibly awkward coming from him. He clears his throat, and continues, "Hold the cloth properly."
