Zeth’s point of viewThe door shut behind us with a quiet click, Roberto didn’t move further into the room. He lingered just inside the threshold, shoulders slightly drawn in, like he was trying to take up less space than he naturally did.His eyes avoided mine, it was fixed on the floor. For some reasons, that made me irrationally jealous of the floor.“Take your shirt off.” I instructed, calmly. I have noticed he doesn’t like aggressive tone. I gathered the ointments we use for pain relief back at home. They were rare and expensive, but I didn’t mind using them on him. His bruises needed attention, even if the academy had its own medical provisions.“Why?” He asked.“Because I want to see the full extent of the bruises, if you fractured anything during the fall I need to know before tomorrow’s session.He obeyed, he pulled the shirt over his head with quiet efficiency, he folded it and set it aside neatly. I watched him more closely than necessary.“Come over here.” I said, gesturi
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