"Oh."
Out of all the reactions he could have given her, perhaps he could have tried to look a little less underwhelmed.
Then again, he wasn't much better himself.
To be fair, he was surprised too. Just far too exhausted to show it properly.
"Good evening," Blake said quietly. "I'm here to recover from my injuries and the fever. Sorry for intruding."
Getting into an argument with a stepmother he barely knew was hardly the ideal beginning to his recovery, was it?
"Why is it that you get hurt this often?" the woman asked. "Have you become a troublemaker?"
Blake raised an eyebrow before letting out a faint sigh.
"You could say that."
"Who hit you?"
Now that was a far more interesting question.
"Nothing serious," he replied. "A few guys jumped me last night."
A slight frown crossed her face, though her composed demeanor never truly faltered.
"I told you to stay inside during the evenings," she said. "You keep wandering around and getting yourself into trouble."
