"Those twigs don't even look like they could carry a matchbox." The rough, grumbly voice from across the table spoke up, and Cass coughed up more blood. He was honestly surprised that Draken was even speaking to him.
"W-What?" Cass muttered, his heart pounding in his chest, his insides twisting. Cass watched as Draken winced, cupping his stomach and Cass felt his eyes widen in shock. Oh. Oh.
Draken was feeling what Cass was feeling. Maybe not to the full extent, but he was clearly able to sense that something was wrong. Cass couldn't help the chuckle that bubbled out of him, even as it splattered more blood onto the nice white tablecloth.
"I said that those two helpers aren't going to be enough to get you back to your rooms. I'll help." Draken pushed his chair back, much to the surprise of Lord Vespertine and Lord Ridgewood.
