"I had suffered more severe wounds with ease. So don't worry," Donovan patted her head gently and then he stood up.
"What are you doing!?" Silja stood up and held his hand.
"Going back. I don't know about you but I'm very sleepy," Donovan faked a yawn.
Silja looked outside and realised that it was already past midnight. In her craziness, not just she has made him stay awake for long but even hurt him.
She slipped under his arm and held him by his waist.
Donovan looked at her with astonishment and wanted to say that he wasn't crippled yet but when he saw his little wife caring for him so much he decided to just enjoy it.
They both walked out of the building.
"Do you think im crazy?" Silja asked as they walked towards the castle.
"A good kind of crazy I would say," Donovan replied. Silja felt speechless.
"Who taught such good lines to you?" This man was hopeless. Even after being hurt by her, he was still praising her.
