Krel laughed as you cracked a joke, the two of you working on a new project of his. Well- he was working. You were there for a bit of help and moral support.

But as you passed him his drink, he couldn’t help but notice how your sleeve went up a little. His eyes fell on the bandage covering your forearm, and his protective instinct went into overdrive.

“What is that? Did you hurt yourself?” Krel asked, putting the drink down and turning his attention from his project to you with a frown.