"Your leg is fine." Kyle Kinston said, his fingers brushing over Mabel Quinn's slightly swollen eyes, "Have you cried enough?"
She blushed a little with embarrassment, feeling childish for crying like that at her age.
"Don't cry like that again in the future, it makes me feel helpless." He said.
She blinked her eyes, still shimmering with tears, "Helpless?"
"Yes, I don't know how to stop you from crying, I... also don't really know how to comfort you in these moments." He said somewhat awkwardly, even his ears were slightly red.
Mabel Quinn couldn't help but laugh out loud at this, "Kyle, you're already comforting me now." This man, sometimes he seemed so cold and noble, yet other times he could say things that made her blush, but sometimes he seemed a bit clumsy, making her feel she was falling more in love with him.
