Jocelyn Yeager raised his eyes to look at Delphine's delicate face, wanting to reach out and touch her pale, nearly translucent skin, but the movement tugged at his injuries, causing him to let out a low gasp.
"Let me check your injuries." Delphine said decisively, unbuttoning his collar without waiting for his consent. When she saw the bruises and patches of blood seeping through his chest, her face instantly darkened.
Kneeling on the ground to examine his wounds, Delphine's subtle fragrance surrounded him. Jocelyn, in spite of the pain, felt an unexpected joy swell within his heart.
"It just looks worse than it is. It's nothing serious," Jocelyn smiled faintly, trying to reassure her.
Delphine said nothing. She had already searched through the entire hidden room, but there were no medical supplies. Jocelyn's injuries urgently needed treatment.
