Not a word was said as the brothers strode closer to the strange building, until they passed by a long-haired young man with a white cat on his shoulder. Blake had barely acknowledged them at first, but noticed that they had caught his brother's attention. It was apparent that the boy had taken interest in the animal.

Not wanting to risk any trouble, Blake tugged lightly on Sky's wrist, which he was still holding on to. "Sky, don't stare."

"Sorry..." the child muttered in reply, shifting his gaze to his older brother's hand around his wrist. That was when his eyes widened in dismay as he spotted something wet, and red, running down Blake's arm to his hand.

"B- Blake..."

"What is it?"

"You're... bleeding..."

The elder's head snapped down to look at his wrist, only to find his brother's statement to be true. He immediately let go of Sky's wrist and pushed his own sleeve up, discovering that he had been bleeding from a cut along his forearm, and that the fabric that covered it had also been sliced through. He remembered blocking the very first attack from one of the moving branches in the forest with his arm. That must have been what caused the injury. [i]How had he not noticed it until now? Again, he was probably too caught up in other worries to have realized it.[/i] Muttering a curse under his breath, Blake then focused on the wound, forming ice over it in an attempt to stop the bleeding.