Afraid to know

Mortis backed slowly away from her den, his nerves already going cold in his veins as he lost his courage to approach her. Fate it seemed had something different in mind. He saw the brilliant sheen of her white coat before he heard her, and when he did it was accompanied by the sloshing of water. Squinting in the dim lighting, he realised she was carrying a bucket.

Quirking a brow, his attention was on that and at first he missed the worry in her voice. “Oh. Everything is okay… sort of.. Mostly. Kinda.” he cleared his throat, and tried again. “I was just wondering if you had a minute. Err… didn’t mean to bother you so late.” Yeah, the boy was definitely out of sorts. There was stress to be seen under his eyes as he spoke

"Mortis""Hika"