Arwen pressed her lips together before smiling warmly, looking at Aiden.
He was on his knees, holding her hand with utmost care while applying ice to her palm.
Her hand wasn't hurting anymore, but she was liking the way he was taking care of her. So, she let herself enjoy it a little longer.
"Is it better now?" Aiden asked, gazing up at her. His brows were still knitted, underlaced with restrained fury and concern.
She didn't hear him at first. But when she felt his gaze linger, she blinked and asked, "Huh? Did you ask me something?"
Aiden's eyes narrowed subtly before he repeated, "I asked if you are feeling better now." He then gestured towards the hand that was still in his.
Arwen glanced down and thought for a moment before saying, with slight hesitation, "Rubbing one for ice would make it even better."
When Aiden arched a brow at her, she smiled sheepishly and tried to pull her hand back.
