Viola POV
I saw Ezekiel looking at me worriedly.
"Viola, is something wrong? Are you hurt? Did the fall hurt you? Where does it hurt? Talk to me if there's a problem, please. Maybe we should head back for today and get you checked. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you better."
I blinked in surprise.
I had never seen Ezekiel talk like this before. Normally, his speech only consisted of one, two, maybe three short sentences.
"Ah, no need for that. I'm alright!" I quickly said. "I was just surprised."
I hurriedly pulled my hands back to my sides and sat up properly, breaking the awkward position we had been in.
Ezekiel's expression only grew more uneasy.
"Did I perhaps make you uncomfortable by touching you without permission earlier?" he asked quietly. "I'm really sorry. I won't do that again. I—"
"No, no, no, it's not your fault!" I waved my hands quickly. "I should be the one thanking you for protecting me like that."
