Shady

He snorted and stalked off quickly, feeling unsettled.

“I’m not the beast,” he hissed, casting another glare at her. “Your head is full of fluff and delusions. I’m a man. No more, no less. And you’re a silly ...

Aeron stumbled away from her, glaring. “You talk nonsense.” His chest felt tight and he turned away. “Go home. Before you get hurt.” He started to stride away.

Aeron wanted to pull away, but forced himself to calm down. To be aware of the space he was taking up. He forced himself to take a deep breath. He ...

“Someone had to have written the book.” He tugged on his hair, pacing anxiously. “And who knows how many copies there might be? Or how many people read it before ...

Aeron picked himself up, still alarmed. “Given to you by who?”

Aeron tensed, falling away from her and looking at her in absolute horror. “What? How do you know that? What book? Who wrote it? Where did you get it?” He ...

Aeron sighed and shook his head, but picked up a clean gauze and began dabbing away the remainder of the blood on her shoulder.

"Sounds like you've got bigger things to worry about," Aeron muttered, tying off the thread. "You've got a bounty on your head? Is... there a way to get it off?"

Aeron kept working, stitches tidy and quick. "Who is he?"

"... I meant the stitches." He gestured with the needle, then leaned in to make the first stitch.

He grimaced. "This is gonna hurt," he warned, deciding it was easier to just stitch her up than find a response for that. It was... sweet that she cared so ...

"Why?" he huffed, pulling out a suture. "Why do you care so much? What makes you think the beast wants to be friends?"

"It will always be in danger," Aeron said stiffly, focusing his eyes on her wound. "And it will always be a danger. It's a beast. It can't control itself. You ...

He nodded and picked up a piece of gauze then gently began cleaning the wound.