I hurriedly washed my bloody hand in the lake as the water slightly stung the fresh cuts. I put the dress on and stood up slowly, afraid that I might startle him with any sudden movement. Arion watched me with curious eyes as I slowly made my way to him. I lifted my hand, and he took a small step back but didn’t run away. He glanced at my hand and my face. After thinking for a while, he took a step forward and truly astonished me by licking my palm. I could help but smile as he lowered his head, and I took it as a sign of his approval. Without any delay, I softly placed my hand on his head and my palm snicked in his soft, luscious hair. I gently petted his head.
“Thank you,” I muttered, and he snorted in response.
