Helen led Luciel into the house, to the safety of the shade. She hoped that the darker place would allow his body to heal, but instead, she bit the tip of her thumb when she saw that his skin was regenerating slower than it should have.
"Don't worry, I'm just exhausted..." Luciel breathed heavily, now being able to feel the real torment that his body had been put through.
Out there, when he saw Helen for the first time, so many thoughts went through his head that he never got a chance to think about the agonizing pain.
"Luciel... Look at me..." Helen demanded with a soft voice once her husband turned his head away from her.
"Luciel." She ordered, now with a stern voice.
Letting out a sigh, Luciel finally raised his head when his face finally healed. When Helen looked at him, all she could see were his fake brown ones.
