The lad standing in front of her was in snow-stained crumpled clothes with a few cuts on them.
His long jet-black hair was messy and scattered all over his head as he looked at her.
All in all, he looked dishevelled like he had been thrown into the dungeons and taken out after a century.
"Bane," Aella ran towards him immediately and stopped a few inches away.
From up close, she could see he had a few scratches on his face but it didn't seem to be something severe.
"Why aren't you sleeping?" Bane asked as he looked down at her.
He seemed to be so concerned about her not sleeping when he was the one who appeared to be like he had just narrowly escaped a strenuous battle.
"That is not the problem. You-You, look at you!" Aella pointed with apprehension.
She had never seen him looking like this. So weak and vulnerable.
"I am alright. I have no injury on me," Bane uttered but she couldn't believe him.