Kapitel 216: The Knight's Turn (1)

Ingrid sat nervously on the edge of the infirmary bed, her hands clasped tightly in her lap as she watched Caym prepare to clean her head wound.

Caym moved with practiced efficiency as he gathered the necessary supplies. His hands moved with a steady grace, showing his experience in tending to injuries – a skill honed through years of warfare and countless battles.

Ingrid couldn't help but notice the way Caym's muscles shifted beneath the fabric of his black shirt as he worked. His broad shoulders tapered down to a lean waist, the muscles in his arms flexing subtly with each movement. Despite the seriousness of the situation, Ingrid found herself momentarily distracted by the sight, her gaze tracing the lines of his physique with reluctant admiration.