Sure enough, his right hand was wrapped in bandages.

The strange thing was that, rather than the back of his hand, the emphasis was on wrapping the palm.

Shar-ti looked at Ren with suspicious eyes.

“Give me your hand.”

Shar-ti pointed at his hand, but Ren only extended the bowl.

“You didn’t eat dinner and slept, so it’s good to eat something.”

Ren, with a composed face, persuasively said with deep, dark eyes.

Unable to refuse when he had made the effort to pick them, Shar-ti picked up one fruit.

After washing it to the point where the green fruit looked delicious, she thought, ‘Eating it when it’s in such good condition is a first.’

For Shar-ti, these were fruits that she could only pick up when birds dropped them to the ground by chance.

Moreover, it was the first time she had seen such a perfectly ripe and round fruit.

Shar-ti looked at him for a moment, then popped the fruit into her mouth.

“It’s sweet!”

Shar-ti felt the sweet taste of the fruit spreading in her mouth, her eyes sparkling.

“Is it good?”

Behind the hood, Ren asked, feeling the slightly sweet aroma.

Shar-ti nodded vigorously.

“Get up and eat more. I picked a lot.”

Ren, trying not to show his pride, put the bowl down on the bed.

Shar-ti got up entirely and swallowed the fruit.

“Give me your hand before that.”

“…….”

“Don’t you want to?”

Ren, realizing the creepy tone in Shar-ti’s voice, immediately extended both hands.

Shar-ti, concentrating on wrapping the bandage on his hand, Ren coughed awkwardly.

“It’s nothing. Just broke the handle and got scratched a bit.”

“What handle?”

“…The axe handle I got when I borrowed a wood plank from Violetta.”

Ren added that he borrowed an axe from Violetta to make a makeshift bedroom door.

Seeing Shar-ti’s expression understanding Ren’s meaning, she became uneasy.

Did he mean he swung that axe just to pick some fruits?

‘Wouldn’t the axe handle be only as long as my forearm…?’

Whether it naturally broke or he intentionally broke it, she decided not to ask.

Neither side was imaginable.

Instead, she sighed at the reason why Ren’s bandaging skills were getting better day by day.

‘Wrapped around the abdomen, thighs, and now the palm…’

Shar-ti tried to suppress the rising sadness.

Then she loosened the bandage to check his wound.

“It’s nothing.”

As Ren, with a cool face, tried to withdraw his hand, Shar-ti firmly grabbed his wrist.

Ren’s mouth twitched.

Although Shar-ti’s grip was weak, almost ticklish, she held on quietly.

“I’ll apply ointment.”

Ren tried to get out of bed when Shar-ti attempted to bring ointment from the bed, but she stopped him.

“I’ll come if you tell me how it looks.”

After five rounds of going in and out of the bedroom, Ren finally could apply the ointment.
“……They all look similar.”

Narrowing his forehead, Ren mumbled, but Shar-ti pretended not to hear and carefully applied ointment.

It was common for people to mistake weeds for medicinal herbs. However, Ren seemed to have a particularly poor eye for it.

Therefore, he seemed more humane.

Shar-ti chuckled unexpectedly, thinking that he surprisingly believed in fairness.

“…….,”

As Shar-ti blew a breath onto the wound, Ren’s earlobes turned red.

While still holding Ren’s twitching hand, Shar-ti carefully wrapped the bandage.

“Okay. Thanks.”

“I’m thankful for the fruit too. But don’t overdo it next time.”

Who would like a doctor who prefers to see more wounds?

Moreover, Ren was leaving, so she wanted to send him off as healthy as possible.

On the other hand, Ren just nodded roughly.

“Alright, now eat.”

Ren’s persistent gaze, urging her to eat the fruit, was intense.

When Shar-ti obediently put a fruit in her mouth as he wanted, Ren’s expression slightly softened.

‘Surprisingly, he shows his emotions on his face often.’

Ren had a basically composed face or a frowning expression if not, but looking closely, he seemed to hide surprisingly various expressions.

He even seemed unaware of his diverse facial expressions.

‘I might want to eat more later.’

Shar-ti, feeling addicted to the sweetness, picked up another fruit.

Since she couldn’t eat fruits regularly, let alone candy, her hands moved unconsciously.

Ren, with fists clenched, watched the decreasing number of fruits with satisfaction.

‘…Wait, this isn’t the right time.’

Late to regain her senses, Shar-ti swallowed the juice of the fruit in her mouth.

She was too deeply immersed in the sweetness enjoyed after a bath.

“Why are you doing that?”

As Shar-ti, who was eating the fruit with an empty bowl, suddenly restrained her appetite, Ren reacted.

Shar-ti looked at him with narrowed eyes.

“Sha?”

“Say it again.”

“What are you talking about?”

Shar-ti shook her head awkwardly.

Because she had become accustomed to Ren’s way of speaking, she didn’t realize what was strange until now.

“We were supposed to practice.”

Ren, belatedly regaining his reason, coughed awkwardly, covering his mouth.

“Right. …Yeah.”

His expression was stiff as if his words wouldn’t come out properly.