“You’re still here.” When Phee walked into the cave the next morning there was a teasing smirk on her face and those words on her lips.

I scowled, “You drugged me.”

“It’s nice to see you too.”

“No, I’m serious, you drugged me.” I held up the empty bottle of the medicine that I had drank last night and shook it slightly.

She looked at me and then to the bottle then smiled, “So you drank it.”

“Would you stop avoiding my accusation.” I narrowed my eyes at her and she held up her hands in surrender.

“Ok, ok, yes I put a little sleeping draft in it hoping you’d get some rest, and it seems like it worked.” Phee said, taking the bottle from my hand.

I looked away from her, “Yeah, but I probably could’ve gotten home if you didn’t.”

“Did you actually try to walk?”

“Yes, of course I did.”

There was a small pause before she let out a small giggle, “You tried to walk. On your leg. That is severely broken.”

I shot her a glare, trying and failing to hide my smile.

She crouched down next to where I was leaning against the wall and smiled softly, “I need to see if everything is healing correctly. Is it ok if I take the bandages off?”

I grimaced before nodding.

She gently reached to the bandages on my leg, very carefully unraveling the cloth. The sight underneath was nowhere near pretty.

My pants were completely ripped through and there was a grizzly wound just below the fabric. A long cut covered my entire thigh. Phee had stitched me up with a needle and thread but there was still a little blood seeping up from the wound.

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“So uhhh, where do you live.” Phee said as she grabbed a cloth from within a satchel around her waist.

“What?”

She wet the cloth with a waterskin before delicately wiping the wound, “I’m trying to distract you.” I groaned as the cut burned beneath her touch, “Where are you from?”

“A small village in the woods.”

She nodded, going to wipe the wound again, “Any family?”

I grimaced, “Just my brother, Maeve.”

“Tell me about him.”

“He’s kind, and really tall.” a smile touched my lips as I thought about him, “He’s got a knack for shifting.”

“Shifting?”

“Yeah, some druids can change their appearance, and- ah fuck.” Phee was smearing some sort of paste over the wound and made the skin sting.

She removed her hands, “Sorry, almost done with this one.” she wrapped up the bandages, her nimble fingers then moving to undo the ones on my shoulder, “What about you? Tell me about yourself.”

“What do you mean?”

She pulled the bandages away, “What do you like to do, what’s an average day like for you, I’m guessing it’s not with a strange human girl tending to your wounds.”

I pressed my lips into a thin smile, “Well, my day usually starts with me getting ready and then going into the human villages and cities.”

“What do you do there?”

“Make a living.”

Phee smeared the same paste onto this wound, “Do I wanna know what that means?”

“I don’t know, do you?”

She pursed her lips, “Not really.”

“Very well then, now, how bout you tell me about yourself.” I turned the question onto her and she made an unreadable expression.

“I don’t really have anything interesting to talk about.”

I challenged, “I doubt that.”

“I don’t really have any friends. My father is pretty controlling.” Phee admitted, her face falling a little.

I hummed as she rewrapped my shoulder.

“You're not so bad for a human.” the words fell out of my mouth before I could stop them and I felt my cheeks heat as a smile spread across her cheeks.

Phee teased, “Oh my god, was that a compliment? The great Kyrie is capable of being nice to humans, it’s a miracle.”

I glared at her making her laugh, she really wasn’t bad for a human.