Chapitre 161: Mentally Drained

"Oww, oww, oww. You are hurting my shoulder."

Iyana snapped out of her bubble and instantly recoiled. Her eyes widened in horror as she spotted Vyan's shoulder wrapped in a makeshift sling. 

"Oh, no, I didn't even notice. I am so sorry!" She practically vibrated with concern. Her hands fluttered uselessly around him, like she couldn't decide whether to poke, prod, or just wrap him up in bubble wrap again.

"It's fine, it's fine. I was kidding. It doesn't hurt at all," Vyan assured, trying to downplay the situation, even though it definitely hurt like a bitch. 

But Iyana didn't buy his lie. She zeroed in on the sling and inspected it, her brow furrowing. "It looks like it's dislocated," she murmured, thinking, I would normally be able to fix it by myself, but… She looked up to meet his curious gaze. I don't think I have the ability to be that rough with him. "Were you hurt anywhere else, by the way?"