Gigi jerked back and extended her distance with Siderius. This caught the attention of the entire tavern.
Siderius glanced at her but didn't say anything. He continued to tend to the wounded commoner girl.
Siderius tore the sleeve of the girl apart, revealing the wound beneath. He took out a bottle of alcohol to disinfect the cloth then apply it onto the wound of the girl.
The injured girl's eyes shot open.
"It hurts! It hurts!" She squirmed.
"Shh. Shh. It's alright. Hold my hand." Siderius grabbed her hand. "I need to clean this wound or else it would be infected. Infection means death, you understand?"
The girl looked at Siderius. She was hypnotized by his golden eyes and the vertical slits in the middle. She was further enamored by his perfect skin and the dreamy long white hair.
"He looked like an angel," she thought.
His tenderness made her blush. She never thought a man could be this gentle.
