He delicately placed his cold fingers upon her calves, sending an overwhelming amount of butterflies to her stomach.
Her olive skin had purple bruises on it; some were in the process of healing, while others were fresh. He withdrew his hands, took out an ointment from his pendant, and generously started to press the warm and thick cream on the discolored parts.
"Ouch!" she hissed as it stung her skin.
"You should be careful, especially when you have not even fully recovered." He glared at her while his hands were opposite his tone, his hands gently working on her skin. Her lips were slightly crooked, and she peered into her eyes only to meet his.
"Lift your uh-" His cheeks were slightly red, but Luiza understood his words and gently lifted her pantaloons. Little bits of blood stained the left side, and so Hael gazed at them first. Luiza looked away, letting him apply the medications.
