He Likes What?

(A/N: Bonus Chapter).

As the evening was quickly approaching in this cold town, the recently acknowledged healer closed shed and walked away from his make-shift establishment from the back, hiding from the many who still sought him.

"Pheww...." Skullius breathed out as he rushed away and slid his hands into his pockets.

His hair which had grown to pass his shoulders in the past two days kept getting in the way of his vision, making him constantly have to swing it away by swaying his head from time to time.

Frankly, it was quite annoying but from the side, to those who looked at his slightly bulky figure hidden under the thick, sand-coloured jacket he wore, this action of his looked kind of... ahem.

'It seems UNCoddled isn't as dangerous as I thought it was. Well... it is dangerous but as long as someone doesn't get to express that they want to help me, they won't have to die an agonising death! Kek!' Skullius thought as he wore a smug grin.