Darius pushed his hair back and his laugh faded into nothing, Serena had finished the meal before her but a nudging feeling still bothered Darius. That gnash in her thigh was not something to sneeze. He perched on his desk awkwardly and looked at the woman. Soon enough, he found himself clearing his throat to get her attention, she looked at him with a raised brow like she was about to ask if he had a bone wedged in his throat.
"Your wound…" he began slowly. "At least let the resident healer look at it."
He watched the rise and fail of her shoulders warily, he did not miss the way she interlaced her finger and squeezed her hands tightly together. "It is not necessary, I am fine. I can take care of myself."
Darius expelled a stream of air from his nose and nodded slowly. "I know and I trust you but-"
Serena waved a dismissive hand in front of him, halting his words. "Please, we had already argued about this."
