Hissing as he took in more of Maea's wound, Amun lifted the cloth for a moment. Hesitating, he went to roll up her sleeve. "Who did this to you?" It came out in a growl, even as he pressed the cloth back to the cut.
When she spoke, though, his head shot up. Grimacing, he reached out to place his free hand on her shoulder. "I'm so sorry." With his grips on her, he would try to steer her to a nearby chair. If successful, he'd kneel before her. "You have nothing to apologize for. I'm just so glad you're back."
Taking in a deep breath, he swept his gaze over her. There was no sign of other wounds, but he kept looking. "Did someone attack you?" His eyes flicked up to her face for a moment before he resumed his examination.
When she spoke, though, his head shot up. Grimacing, he reached out to place his free hand on her shoulder. "I'm so sorry." With his grips on her, he would try to steer her to a nearby chair. If successful, he'd kneel before her. "You have nothing to apologize for. I'm just so glad you're back."
Taking in a deep breath, he swept his gaze over her. There was no sign of other wounds, but he kept looking. "Did someone attack you?" His eyes flicked up to her face for a moment before he resumed his examination.
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