"Stop reminding me of her."

 This time he came back with a less voluminous robe on him, a bowl of water, a small handtowel, and ointments.

Nyx sighed, slightly turning her bruised arm for him to be able to clean it properly.

"Does it burn?" He asked.

"Burn?"

He stooped down to her arm's level, "Do not worry about it," he shook his head slightly.

He dipped the towel in the bowl, letting it soak before taking it out, "This is the little I can do," he mumbled, dabbing the wound with the towel.

Nyx just watched him with a number expression. How come he could agree to care for a stranger, but not once did he even look at her back then unless he wanted pleasure.

She shook her head sadly, she was the foolish one then, she thought to herself.

"That should be okay," she heard him say, bringing out his ointments.

"Is it not strange that the king has these in his room?"