"So, where's your first aid kit?" Eriq asked, standing in front of Kael, his gaze drifting over him.
Kael shook his head and took a seat on the bed. "No need for that. I told you I'm fine. You didn't even have to follow me home."
"Ah, right. No need at all," Eriq replied with an exaggerated nod and a voice dripping with sarcasm as he paced around the room, grabbing a mirror and bringing it to Kael's face.
"And who do you see when you look at yourself, huh? Okay, Kael? Because I don't think you look very okay," he said, staring at Kael while Kael stared at his reflection.
"Oh… my God," Kael breathed, touching his nose and chin where bruises bloomed—small, but clearly visible. "I didn't realize it looked this bad. That's what happens when you're this pale."
"Exactly. So, are you going to show me where the first aid kit is?" Eriq said, pulling the mirror away and placing it back where he found it before turning to face Kael again.
