Caelith walked over and examined Yvaine's injured hand.
"Fortunately, it was treated quickly."
Only then did Erian release her hand and step backward again, instantly returning to his usual silent demeanor.
Yvaine looked at him with reddened eyes. "Thank you…"
Erian said nothing and simply turned and walked away.
. . .
That night, Caelith went to the rear courtyard to find him.
Erian sat beneath the old pear tree, the pale moonlight pouring over his figure and stretching his shadow long across the stone ground.
Caelith walked over quietly and sat beside him.
"You seem quite experienced with treating wounds."
Erian shook his head. "All the credit goes to Sir Grandien––he taught me." His voice remained low and rough from long silence. "He said that those who survive must learn how to care for themselves."
Caelith fell silent at his words.
