"Honey cake," Nebula fearlessly approached him, wrapping her arms around his waist despite the bloodstains. She removed the outer garment of her negligee and wiped the blood from his face. "Let's go back."
Shortly after, Catalina sat on his lap, her arms tightly wrapped around him as he stroked her hair. Except for Lia, the other women couldn't believe what had just happened or that Cristian had such a brutal side, one that made their spines grow cold.
Cupping Catalina's cheeks, he pecked her forehead and wiped the tears from her puffy eyes. "I'm here; please stop crying," he said in a gentle tone, unlike the frighteningly cold one that had hunted people in their homes.
Catalina linked her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder. "Lia, tell the innkeeper to prepare her something to drink. Alessia, get a blanket; Medusa, take care of the wall."