Lucas's eyes flicked from Robert to Emilia and back.
His eyes clouded instantly.
"What is going on?"
Emilia blinked, surprised.
"Lucas? Why are you here?"
"You left without saying anything."
"I was worried," he answered, his eyes fixed on her arm on Robert.
"Sorry, I was in a hurry," Emilia apologized.
"He got injured."
Lucas turned fully to Robert, observing his injury.
"It must be so bad you can't walk on your own?" he asked, clearly pissed.
Robert has incurred more terrible wounds on the battleground. The wound on him right now is nothing compared.
"I wanted to tell the Queen it was nothing but she didn't let me," Robert answered.
He tried to stand on his own but Emilia stopped him.
"Let go," Lucas said, stepping closer and grabbing Robert's arm.
"Let me do it."
Emilia moved away, a bit startled.
Lucas exhaled slowly.
"I will take him to rest."
"I can..."
Robert opened his mouth to protest but Lucas cut him off.
"Move," he ordered.
