"Why did you get blisters?" The question was asked so casually that Emira, as she opened her eyes, could not help but blink in confusion. Was she mishearing something due to the pain and burning sensation she was still feeling.
She forced herself to look at Prince Zen and then stared at him. No. He seemed genuinely curious...
She let out a choked sound. Didn't he know how she got the blisters. She gulped and asked in a hoarse voice," Why do you think? I had a boiling pot of soup thrown on me. Unless you were sleeping at that point of time and missed the event, I'd say that's a good enough reason for blisters. I could draw you a picture of the even, if you'd like...your highness."
He laughed at that. Not just the usual grin. He laughed loudly. Was Prince Zen a sadist. He always did seem to enjoy her torment...But then, he said, "I carried you here. Of course, I know you were burnt. That's not what I asked."
