" You noticed I got home pretty fast, hm?"
Nova stood from where he had been seated nervously.
" ... I saw your ship flying overhead," he excused himself.
Ifrit leaned down and patted his head.
" Help me braid my hair, then, little thing," he said, sitting down and bringing his hair round his shoulder. It was wet; he had apparently showered right after getting to the palace.
" Will you show me how?"
" Of course."
Nova felt him looking down at his hands.
He took his wrist and turned his arm.
" What's this?" he asked.
Nova scrunched his nose.
" ... Lyewa-Vivan was being weird to me, so I told him to go away," he answered hesitantly; only honest because it was Ifrit who had asked. " It's not going to scar or anything, right? So it's..."
He trailed off, seeing a very unfamiliar look in Ifrit's eyes; like he was mad. Nova had never seen him mad.
" It's not going to scar," he assured softly, turning to his desk and opening the drawer. He took out a small spray bottle. " It's just puffed up right now because you didn't clean it off before it started healing."
A moment of silence.
Ifrit leaned forward a little.
" If anyone tries to claw you again, come and tell me, Nova," he said. " I'll make sure you don't get hurt."
Nova looked down.
He raised the edge of his shirt a little; there were scratches on his side, as well.
" ... Will you fix this one, too?"