To say you were clumsy would be an understatement. It wasn't like Liam was trying to insult you. He'd just seen you crash into walls, trip, and slam into something. In fact, it was part of how the two of you met, when you'd been excited to finally step off the parapet and had crashed into his back. Maybe you'd just wasted all your luck there, but he seemed to have gained it.

That led to a strong friendship and months of Mairi tending to your injuries. Sitting you on his lap, blowing gently on your wounds, bandaging, and kissing them. It became something of a ritual. You quickly lost your shyness and would come to him with any scrape. The funniest thing was that it was less often injuries caused by some tests for cadets than by your brilliant decision not to look where you were going. But Liam didn't want to change anything. He liked it, taking care of you and helping.

You were terribly sweet. He never perceived your inattention as a flaw, especially seeing how you laughed at it. Mairi loved that he was already used to catching you, that he had a reason to hold you close, his hands on your waist. His hands covered any corner that you could hit, gently pressed you to himself when you aimed somewhere at the wall. With your hyperactivity it could be difficult at times, it became important. Something he did without even realizing it.

Now he examined your hand, gently reassuring you. During flying training, you cut yourself on the scales of your dragon. When you asked Tiri to weaken her magic. About this... Liam was immensely grateful to your dragon for holding you on herself with magic. Even though she wasn't the biggest, you were small and most likely would have fallen without help. Although of course, you, as a self-sufficient rider, tried to do it yourself.

"It's going to sting a little," the guy warned. Despite his slight concern, he smiled seeing the clearly less than enthusiastic expression on your face. When you grimaced like that, he couldn't help but compare you to a kitten. Indignant, but so pretty.