Syria’s POV
“How are you feeling now?”
A few hours had passed since everything happened. I tried to check my body again, making sure nothing felt wrong. Kael never left my side the entire time. He sat beside me, quietly keeping watch while he cleaned my staff.
“I’m fine,” I said. “I’m not crippled or anything. But the way you’re treating me right now makes it look like I can barely move.” I couldn’t help but laugh a little.
Kael rolled his eyes. “You know, you need to get used to moments like this. This isn’t new.” He stood up. “We’re partners. Don’t ever say you’re a bother or a burden to me.”
His voice grew firm. “It’s normal for me to protect you and take care of you. Don’t argue with me. Let me do this.”
The seriousness in his tone made me fall quiet.
“I’m sorry,” I said softly,
