Mauve felt sad at the look on Jael's face. He looked very angry at her. She closed her eyes, she shouldn't have let her anger take over her like that.
However, when he said the words that he didn't need her help, she was furious. Next thing she knew, her hands were moving on their own accord. That was her fault.
She wanted to fix the situation but she couldn't help but feel like she made it worse. Still, she would have never guessed he would react in that manner. This led to the question of just how long has he been starving himself.
Mauve opened her eyes to see Jael's face hovering over her, her thoughts were getting groggy and her limbs felt like they didn't belong to her.
"How do you feel?" He asked.
Mauve blinked, realizing that he had lifted her off the ground and she was now across his arms. "Tired," she replied and turned her gaze away from him.
