Chapter 11 (Second Part )

Leroy leans towards Lenore, he carries her gently by putting one of his hands on his back before hearing her moan with pain. He is tense to the agreement of this and wonders what she has.

"How stupid I am, she must have wounds." The idea jumps out at her at the sight of the state of her cheek. Hastily, gently, he lays her on the bed.

Noticing a bruise on his neck, unconsciously, he puts his hand on his t-shirt and lifts it slightly. He opens his eyes wide with horror... " What does the latter say with sorrow and anger at the sight of the many red scratches covered with dry blood that the young woman carries. We’re going to have to take care of this. "He’s getting annoyed at the idea that his sister didn’t think to do it for her." Unless she tells me it’s because that kid didn’t want her to dress her or see her body, I don’t see what could have kept Aelan from treating her or - just warning me." Lenore, who is crying in panic, tries to push her hands away.