When Zach woke up, a pair of surprisingly soft, calloused hands landed on his forehead and pushed his head back down on the pair of muscular legs he had used as a pillow after passing out.
He did not mind the slightest, and simply looked up at the face peeking down at him over the hills. With her golden hair framing her face, and with the light of the sky pouring down from above, Yanael truly embodied the image of an angel.
She smiled, and Zach could feel the bones in his body melt. Naturally, he returned the smile, only for Yanael to flick his forehead.
It didn't hurt, and Zach could tell it wasn't meant to hurt, either. But he couldn't understand why Yanael would do such a thing when they weren't sparring or training. Besides, wasn't he supposed to be a patient?
"Umm…"
"You are one troublesome master, Master." Yanael sighed lightly.
Zach waited patiently for her to continue her explanation.
"That's it…?" He asked when she didn't.
