Rowan's face was pale from exhaustion, and visible burns ran across his legs and lower skin, red and angry from the heat he had been exposed to. Even the way he sat made it obvious he was uncomfortable. Rosalind's chest tightened as she looked over the injuries covering his body. "What did he do to you?" she asked softly.
"It's nothing, Rosalind," Rowan answered quietly, and she immediately looked at him in disbelief, her brows pulling together.
"What do you mean it's nothing?" she asked. "You're hurt, you can barely sit properly, and you still say it's nothing?" Her lips parted slightly as she stared at him.
Even after all this, he was still trying to act strong, still bottling everything inside himself instead of simply admitting he was in pain.
"It has been treated already, so it doesn't hurt as much," Rowan said.
