"You are hurt."
Celestiel spun around on her heels to face her husband. He had his eye on a shallow wound on her forearm which had cut through the sleeve of her dress. It had stopped bleeding but the wound was still quite ugly to look at.
"It is not as bad as it looks," Celestiel explained with a sheepish smile. Her words welcomed Sebastian's gaze on her face and he immediately noticed the sword wound on her cheek as well.
Sebastian reached his hand up, trailing his thumb just below the wound and subconsciously, Celestiel leaned into his touch.
"As beautiful as you look while you fight, I do not enjoy seeing so many scars and wounds on you," Sebastian commented.
"It doesn't hurt," Celestiel replied, content with the feel of Sebastian's skin against hers. The whole afternoon had not been something she had expected and though she was determined to fight by Sebastian's side, she was not sure if she would survive it.
