Mason Nightshade immediately felt a pang of heartache, only wanting her to go back and avoid getting any more intoxicated, but he couldn't.
He brought the ointment, applying it for her, looking at her originally slender and delicate fingers, now full of wounds, and his heart ached, furrowing his brow, he gently blew on them.
"Does it hurt?"
"Mason, I'm not a child."
Mason glanced up at her, "You're not much different from a child, your hands are like this and you didn't even say a word."
"I applied ointment last night," Aurelia Shaw said.
Mason was stunned for a moment and then recalled that she must have secretly applied it herself while helping him with his ointment last night.
"Just rest in the tent for today."
"I came here to help, how can I just hide in the tent and not go out? If the reporters capture that, they'll probably say I'm just putting on a show." Aurelia Shaw said nonchalantly.
