As Rosalind Lowell listened to Elsa Ainsworth's explanation, she thought about her agreement with him. 'We're not supposed to interfere with each other.'
"Now that you're here, can you take a look at his back for him? It'd be best if it doesn't leave a scar."
With that, she turned to Skylar Morrison. "Young Mr. Morrison, please let him take a look."
Skylar Morrison turned around, while Rosalind Lowell and Elsa Ainsworth stepped away to give them privacy. The two of them only returned once Skylar had his shirt buttoned up.
"How is it?"
Frowning slightly, Alaric Davenport answered Rosalind, "It's a big, dark bruise. It's hard to see clearly. He should go to the hospital."
"Jeez, you're all overreacting. I don't feel a thing. I'm not that weak."
Rosalind Lowell looked at Skylar Morrison, her voice laced with anxiety. "I'm going with you to the hospital. I won't be able to relax otherwise. You got hurt because of me, after all. I'm taking responsibility for this wound."
