Chapter 12: You Should've Been Careful
The first noise Eris awoke to in the early morning hours was that of a somewhat pained noise. Marion hissed through gritted teeth, clutching their hand. First glance suggested that the elf had mishandled their knife while, as far as he could discern, whittling. He sat up as he rubbed the grit of sleep from his eyes. “Let me see your hand,” he called softly.
“What? No, it’s fine, Eris,” the elf dismissed over their shoulder, trying to turn away from him so he could not see their injury. “I promise, all fine, we have some bandages and I–”
“We don’t have any more bandages, Marion. You used the last of them on me while I was, presumably, unconscious.”
The elf froze in place, staring down at their injured palm. Marion’s only dislike for Eris was how often he was just right about something, though they supposed that wasn’t any fault of his. They inhaled sharply, before turning around to kneel before the prince.