After the couple left the training hall and reached to their room, Hamon had kept on complaining about his injured hand, saying it hurt so much. He even made Ara unbutton his shirt when he wanted to go and shower. She had wordlessly helped him remove his shirt. And after that, he had continued to complain about the pain even after she'd called the royal physician to check his injured hand.
Not only that, even now that they were having dinner. His spoon slipped from his hand onto the table, "Ouch! My hand hurts too much to hold anything."
"Does it still hurt? The physician said it isn't a serious injury. Should I call him again?" She worriedly asked. However, she didn't notice his secret pleased smile. Hamon enjoyed how she'd been doing everything he asked, and she'd been worrying about him lately.
Hamon continued to act innocent, he sighed, "No need. The pain just comes and goes, and I think it's worse now. But don't worry, I'll get better soon."
