Reynold winced as Lyra pressed a wet cloth on the cut on his brow..
Right now they are in the boy's room.
Reynold was sitting on his bed in his own side of the room. The curtain covering his side of the room was raised up.
Reynold winced again as Lyra pressed the cloth on the bruises on his ribs.. His shirt was off to give Lyra a clear view.
The others were in the room too. West was lying upside down on his own bed with his legs on the wall.
Evan was sitting on his own side of the bed. Niya was resting her body on the window, and Nyx was holding Reynold's small pillow and sitting on his bed.
West was staring at the ceiling as he said. "I still can not believe the first thing you ask Kessel was for his food. You could have asked for anything."
"He like food," Nyx said, throwing the pillow.
Lyra pressed the cloth on another cut, and Reynold winced again. He sucked in a breath and shifted his eyes to West.
"So what will you have me do with him?"
