174 you are a great mother

"It hurts."

"…"

He shook off some of the power in his hand, and I silently watched what he was doing. His hand-wrapping skills of the wounded hand with a handkerchief was surprisingly good. I smacked my lips without my knowledge and spoke.

"You are doing this well."

"…I am used to it."

He replied with a restrained voice. At that time, he must have mistakenly touched the wrong side, and I was overcome by an enormous amount of pain. I spit out a sharp moan without realizing I was hurt.

"Ah ugh!"

"Ah…"

He was noticeably taken aback when he heard my moan. I bit my lips to the point of almost making it bleed to deal with the pain. He apologized quickly.

"I am sorry."

"…It is fine."

In fact, it wasn't okay at all, but i had no desire to tell the truth. It was a shame to look like this in front of him. I barely endured the pain and watched him tie the wound with a trembling hand.

"It is done."