Angel stood in shock, with Darling in her hand.
"Wh— what did you just say?" She stuttered.
"Forget it." He shook his head, and pushed his gaze away.
She swallowed hard, and turned around with darling still in her hand.
Slowly, she walked up to his table, grabbed the handkerchief she spotted, and gently placed darling on it.
Returning beside Ares, she picked up the first aid box, and took out its contents.
"Give me your hand," she said to him.
Without looking at her, he stretched out the hand he had hurt.
"When I was in fashion school, we used to have injuries that affected the hand a lot. Because of that, we took a health course that even taught us to stitch wounds. It turned out to be fun," she said as she cleaned out the blood with cotton wool dab in saline water.
"Did you like your school?" He asked.
"A lot. I couldn't believe Hades allowed me to study what I actually loved. It felt like compensation for my crappy childhood, but I couldn't complain," she laughed.
