Calisí;
My thoughts are cut off when Elian stop walking. I turn to look at him in confusion, and only then do I see how angry he is. How tight his fists are.
Why does—
"Are you sure you're okay?" he asks with his voice tight, and I raise a brow.
"They didn't hurt you, did they?" He pushes, and the honest worry in those questions hits me harder than any hands ever have.
I blink at him. Stunned.
Wait… he really cares??
He looks up at me, and I swallow.
"I know what it's like to almost get raped by bastards. If they managed to do anything before I got there, just tell me, I—" He begins, and I cut him off. Unable to process the tendernesshe's offering.
"I…" I begin, but pause as my voice comes out strange… thinner than I like. I clear my throat. "I'm fine," I reply, but he doesn't look convinced.
His eyes linger on my wrists, my shoulders, the visible places those guards' hands were moments ago. His jaw tightens.
