Handling Elian's wound, Inna was done giving him the best treatment her muddled mind could come up with.
Apparently, everyone was turning her into some kind of private family physician. They aren't even concerned about how she knew this much and if she didn't.
If this facade continues, she's going to have to start asking for payment cause she clearly wasn't the one who sent them to have their ribs broken or a sword cutting through their flesh.
The amount of blood and open flesh she's seen so far is enough to make her lose her appetite for days, or even weeks.
"And I'm done."
When she was done bandaging him up, she met Elian's distant gaze, and like he sensed she was going to look at him any second, he averted his gaze elsewhere before she caught him staring, clearing his throat awkwardly. The silence between them only made Inna feel uncomfortable, and she took a deep breath and asked.
