Take off your clothes

"I'm sorry." Jasmine muttered as she rubbed the jameela extract onto Dairon's arms. The burns were worse than the last time, and Bardumond concluded that it was because she was enraged.

Dairon avoided her gaze, knowing that she would stomp out if she read his mind. Instead of feeling relieved by the instant soothing effect of the ointment, he wished for his skin to remain scarred for a few more days. That way, she would have to continue taking care of him. She had decided to do so since it was her fault.

Hearing her apology, he smiled slightly. "I'm sorry too. We both let our anger get out of control."

Bardumond returned just in time to witness their conversation.