Draven stared at his mate, his expression colder than usual, upon seeing her silly state. She was squirming nervously under his gaze with a lowered head, but he could see the tip of her nose was a bit red due to her colliding against him head on, which was further reddened after she rubbed it with her hands.
He had long known that humans were delicate creatures, but what he could not understand was how often his mate injured herself or put herself in a situation where she'd be hurt. It was absurd. It seemed as if every time he saw her, she was in some sort of pain. Even now, though she was pretending to ignore the soreness of her nose in front of him, he could clearly see she wasn't succeeding.
He stepped towards her and in reflex, she stepped back. It was an instinctual move for her now to step away from him whenever he would close the distance between them.
