"Uh..." Brandon smiled wryly, looking at Elize and Ravene standing in front of him.
Both of them stepped forward almost at once.
"Kael…" Elize's voice carried that dangerous calm that always came before one of her lectures.
Before he could even react, she reached out, gripping his chin firmly and tilting his face from side to side.
Her sharp eyes scanned over every inch of him, searching for cuts, bruises... anything that even hinted at injury.
"You didn't get hurt, right?" she demanded, though her tone showed her worry more than anger.
Meanwhile, Ravene was circling around him like an eagle.
Her piercing gaze darted up and down, assessing his back, arms, and even his posture to make sure that every bone in his body was in place.
Brandon stood there stiffly with his hands awkwardly at his sides as they both hovered around him.
"I'm fine," he muttered, scratching the back of his neck. "See? Not a single scratch."
