Lily's brows knitted tightly as she stared at him.
Oscar scratched the back of his head. "Sorry, I don't mean it," he apologized.
Lily remained silent for a long time. "Don't you feel pain?" she questioned.
"It hurts," Oscar replied.
Lily bit her lower lip. "Let's go inside. I will treat you," she insisted.
Oscar smiled and readily took Lily's hand, and they both vanished, appearing again in a room filled with different types of herbs on the bed.
"When did all this get here?" Lily asked, shocked.
Oscar shrugged, indicating that he didn't know.
Lily stared at him for a short while before taking the herbs, grinding them together in her hand, and gently applying them to the wound.
"All done!" Lily announced after taking care of the injury. "I would like to bathe. Take me to the bathroom," she demanded.
Oscar smiled and carried Lily immediately. "Sure," he said, kissing her cheek with a beautiful smile on his face.
