XANDER
He strolled into Hilda's indoor garden and made himself comfortable on a wooden bench. From a hand waved basket, he took an apple and bite into it but when she started approaching him with medicine in hands, he placed the fruit back in the basket to roll up his sleeves before he went back to pick it.
"And how did you get hurt again?" She inquired, examining the almost healed up wound.
Not wanting to let go of his apple, he signed back a one word reply. "Training."
Hilda looked at him then back at the wound in disbelief. "You were training with silvers? I know you're stronger than most people but an open wound can still cause infections which can lead to death if one is not carefree."
"I'm stronger than everyone." He cockily signed.
