What are you?

"Did you also fly?"

"What?" Dexter furrowed his brows at her insinuation. 

"Nothing." Aries shook her head mildly and approached the barrel near her. She grabbed a piece of white cloth and dipped it in the water, squeezing it dry to wipe Roman's arms. 

"The dirt will infect his injuries. I will clean him first. Your help will be very much appreciated." 

Dexter watched her rip the rest of Roman's top and wiped the area that had no cloth she previously pressed on it. A deep exhale slipped past his lips, running his hand through his hair. In the end, Dexter took off his cloak and tossed it over the chair. 

Folding his sleeve to his elbow, he marched towards the bed. "Let me do it." He bent over, standing on the other side of the bed, eyes on her. 

"We'll talk later when we're both calm," he remarked, seeing her huff faintly.