I help him up. He looks at me strangely. I pull my hair back. This has suddenly gone to just awkward to really awkward. The charm pops onto my shoulder. He stares at it. It would've been worse if he just found out that I'm...

"Sorry for not telling you about... me being a witch." I say.

"I wouldn't expect you to." He shrugs.

I look up at him in surprise. He pushes past me.

"Shang, I'm sorry." I say.

He turns.

"For what?" He asks.

I wipe my face. We just stare at each other in silence. I pull my hair. He looks at me. His eyes were so... so... I'm memorized by them. Why can I not find words? I turn my head. I fiddle with my fingers. What am I supposed to do now? What can I do? Where did those wolves come from? He moves closer to me. 

"Your arm." He takes it up in his hand.

I look at him in surprise. I bite my lip.

"It needs to be treated." He rips off his own cape.

"There's... there's no need. It'll heal." I say.

"Let me look at it." He says.

I let out a breath.

"...Okay." I say.

He ties it gently. His hands feel so strong. They were rough from a sword's handle. I can feel the roughness in his skin like mini sand dunes. He runs his hand down my arm. I look up at him. Why is my heart pounding a thousand miles an hour?

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