(From Demetrius's Perspective)
"It's bleeding...," she mumbled, covering the wound with her handkerchief.
I only observed her face and was quite amused seeing how worried she was for me. She did not even notice me staring at her as she kept talking and bandaging my fist with her handkerchief, but kept failing.
"Why aren't you saying anything? How to stop the bleeding...?"
"Don't do this."
"What...?"
"You don't have to do this," I said calmly. "Leave it. It will heal on its own."
"But... the blood... It's bleeding a lot..."
"It's not a lot."
She did not listen to me, but rather kept on gently wiping the blood. I went to meet the duke when I found out that he caught someone who was keeping an eye on my wife with the help of a mage. Luc had not been around her these days since we gave him a vacation. That was why we could not even know that someone was spying on us.
