The room fell into a comfortable, quiet silence. The awkwardness slowly faded away, replaced by the normal, easy bond they shared in the morning.
Zade turned his head slightly. The afternoon sunlight coming through the window highlighted Camilla's face perfectly. For the first time, he noticed the small, thin red line near her cheekbone.
"Does it hurt?" Zade asked. His voice was no longer embarrassed. It was gentle and full of brotherly concern. He remembered the terrifying thugs in the tavern.
"I mean your cheek." He added.
Camilla reached up. She lightly touched the small scratch on her cheek with her fingertip.
"This?" Camilla asked, dropping her hand. She smiled a soft, dismissive smile. "I'm fine. It is just a tiny scratch. It will be gone in a few days."
Zade watched her face carefully. He felt a sudden surge of pride in his chest.
