Rosalic’s eyes stung with tears, and she went back out to grind more anti-inflammatory herbs.
She gently turned Declan over so he was lying face down on the bed, then carefully spread the herbs over the wound on his back.
Afraid that Declan might move around, Rosalie stayed by the bed and kept her eyes on him the whole time.
By the time Declan woke up, it was already noon, and Rosalie was sitting by the bed with a plate, eating small bites.
When Declan opened his eyes in a daze, he first felt a cool sensation on his back, then noticed Rosalie looking at him closely.
Just as he tried to get up, he heard Rosalie say softly but firmly, “Don’t move!”
Declan froze halfway up and slowly fell back onto the bed.
Rosalie put down her plate and walked back to him. “Your back is full of injuries. I just applied medicine on it. It’ll help you heal faster.”
Declan obediently stayed face down on the bed as Rosalie kept staring at him and asked, “So how’d end up with all these wounds?”
He hesitated and stumbled over his words, but under Rosalie’s sharp gaze, he finally told the truth.
Rosalie frowned after hearing it. “So, you refused to let me join in the recognition trial, and your tribe whipped you until you gave in?”
Declan nodded, and Rosalie rolled her eyes in disbelief, thinking his tribe was ridiculously old- fashioned for still using corporal punishment.
Moving around with a whole back covered in herbs was inconvenient, so Rosalie wiped the herbs off and sprinkled on anti-inflammatory powder she’d exchanged from the system, reminding him not to go anywhere dirty or let dust get on the wounds.
After she finished, the room was filled with the strong smell of medicine, but Declan didn’t mind and kept holding onto Rosalie.
Rosalie laughed softly. “Hurry up, let go of me already. What are you doing?”
Declan rubbed the bridge of his nose against her neck. “I just don’t want to let go.”
Just as Rosalie was laughing, someone pushed the door open and saw Declan’s strong arms wrapped around Rosalie’s slim waist.
That person blushed bright red, quickly shut the door, and apologized repeatedly. “Sorry! I didn’t knock!”
Rosalie pulled Declan’s hand away from her waist and shot him an annoyed look.

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