Alina tried to break the awkward silence by making a small talk.
"How's your shoulder?"
"Stiff." He cleared his throat. "The physician said…"
He trailed off because he had nothing to say. He made up that sentence to avoid talking about the it hands.
"What did the physician say?" she asked.
He frowned slightly.
"I don't remember exactly…"
She understood. It wasn't about the physician. It was about them and their hands, still joined together.
"The bruise," he said instead.
"What?"
His gaze had dropped to her wrist. She followed his eyes and saw a small, faint purple mark there. He had left it when he had pulled her out of the way of the crate. She hadn't noticed it before.
"It's nothing."
"It's not nothing."
"It's just a bruise. It'll fade."
Instead of arguing, he kept staring at the mark his hand had left behind.
"I should have been careful."
"It's fine. I didn't even notice it until now."
