Lev appeared like a child who had just learned of his mistake. He merely hang his head down, looking on the ground as he wasn't so sure what was the problem of enduring a few pain here and there. Ilyana who see this sighed and walked closer in front of him. She held his arms and looked at it, her lips exhaling slowly, "Ever since we met you've been wounded. If you are this fragile, I will be too worried to leave to work."
"This doesn't happen often," Lev said while she raised her hand and roughen his hair with it.
"I will talk with my mother," Ilyana said with her eyes narrowed.
Lev shook his head, "If it will start a fight—"
