As she held the damp towel in her hands, Aerloria carefully removed Alexander's torn shirt, her face turning a deep shade of red with embarrassment.
Her slender fingers trembled as she gently slid the shredded fabric off his shoulders, revealing the cuts and bruises scattered across his skin.
To her astonishment, many of his injuries were already beginning to heal.
Even the stab wounds and deeper cuts seemed to be mending before her eyes.
This sight left her momentarily speechless, she had never witnessed such a remarkable healing ability in a human before.
Yet, knowing he was a warrior, she pushed her amazement aside, focusing on the task at hand.
With her hands still shaking slightly, Aerloria pressed the cool towel gently against his chest, her fingertips just barely grazing his skin.
The warmth radiating from his body only deepened the flush in her cheeks, and she found herself sneaking a closer glance at him.
