Rough Night?

Aurelia's muscles tensed as she sensed Caedes's approach, his presence looming over her like a dark cloud. She glanced up at him, his expression unreadable, his demeanor distant. Despite her discomfort, she couldn't deny the relief that washed over her at the prospect of his assistance.

Aurelia hesitated for a moment, her instinctual wariness of Caedes conflicting with her practical need for his help. Eventually, she decided she could do with the assistance if it was offered. Without a word, Aurelia turned slightly, offering Caedes a better view of the wound on the back of her head. She could feel his gaze on her, assessing the injury with clinical precision. She braced herself for the pain that was sure to follow, knowing that his touch would likely be anything but gentle.

"Thanks," she said, her voice lowly- carrying a hint of reluctance. "I'm Aurelia." She kept her tone soft, airy, though her gaze remained guarded, watching him closely as he inspected the wound.

"Aurelia Veratti"