It doesn't take too long when Juta hears Ruto enter the chamber again, the half-breed crouches beside the bed to gently grasp Juta's hand.
Ruto's hand hovers carefully around the torn-up circle of flesh before reaching for the iron cuff. He unlocks it without another word, allowing the chain to fall away with a cold, final clink.
Juta flexes his wrist with unspoken relief, and that's when he sees it. Ruto's hand is covered with traces of blood, and Juta stares at it as if in a trance.
"Don't worry, it's not mine,"
"I'm not worried,"
He's still shocked that Ruto indeed had gone this far just to take revenge for him.
He is the dragon kind's hated enemy.
Those servants had been right on their part. Why did Ruto ever even think that he deserves to be looked after?
Juta is stuck in this daze of thoughts, and when Ruto puts his palms on his forehead, Ruto is surprised that he doesn't jerk away from his touch as usual.
