''Damon....I don't support your actions.''
In the same room where the battle between Raven and Damon had taken place, Damon could be seen seated on the old couch, shirtless as the kneeling courtesan attended the bruises. With worried eyes darting to every purplish bruise over his old scars, her slim hands squeezed the towel in the basin of medicinal water. She gently wiped the muscular chest as though the owner was someone precious.
Biting her lips, she stopped herself from saying more, knowing that she would be overstepping her boundaries. At the same time, she couldn't understand how a child as young as that was capable of inflicting this much bruises on her master.
''Seems you have more to learn about me, Lyra.'' Not flinching from stabbing pain on his bruises, Damon said to her, his eyes still glancing at the spot where the pair of hooded figures had stood previously.
