Sylas exhaled in relief.
But, seriously, his first concern was Rocco's burns?
If anything, Ragar was the one who—no, Ragar was the only one who needed to be worried about.
Some things never changed.
Sylas was still cold in that regard.
Sylas massaged Rocco's hands for a few seconds.
By now, he had confirmed there were no burns, so…
Why was he still kneading them so intently?
"Hmm… Rocco's hands are soft today, too. So squishy… like little paw pads."
"…Was Young Master Rocco actually a cat all along?"
Even in this situation, the two of them were still messing around.
Rocco gave them an exhausted look and sighed.
Then, a sudden knock at the door.
The doctor arrived, accompanied by a servant.
Finally!
Rocco quickly shoved Sylas and Philip to the side of the room and hurried over to the doctor to get Ragar treated.