At her soft plea and tender touch, he exhaled slowly as he raked his other hand through his raven black hair, and just like that, all his anger melted away. When he opened his eyes, they had returned to their familiar molten red.
"There, I'm not angry anymore. Now, can I see your wound?" he asked in a low, calm voice.
Eve's eyes widened a little, and she blurted, "No! H-How can you…how can I show-"
He cut her off mid-sentence, "I need to see the damage before treating it, Eve. The physician left ointment for your bruises, but I need to check the one on your stomach to make sure it isn't serious."
"B-But.." Her face blazed red again as she stumbled for words.
Understanding her hesitation, Ivan softened his tone slightly. "Fine, I'll turn around, and you can lift your gown up to your stomach while keeping the rest covered beneath the blanket. Will that work for you?"
