Looking at Andrew's weird and clearly disturbed and lost reaction, Aria worriedly step forward, placing one of her palm on his forehead and other palm on her own forehead, as she compared their body temperature; anxious at the thought of him getting sick.
"Why is your face so red brother Andrew? Even your forehead feels a little hot. Are you having a fever? Wait, let me call mom and aunt Rose to check." Aria concernedly said as she looked at Andrew in agitation as she tried to run away to call the elders when a warm hand grasped her wrist, pulling her back into a warm embrace.
"Don't worry. I am absolutely fine. It's just the close space messing with my head. Don't bother much with it and come sit down and spend some time with me before I leave back for capital in a few hours."
Jolted back to reality by the sudden warmth on his forehead, Andrew gazed at the flustered Aria in adoration and happiness. To him, nothing could compare to the sight of the girl he liked fretting over him.
