[hr][center][color=khaki][h1]Freya Leander ~ Cait Sith[/h1][/color][/center]
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[@Heartfillia]

At first, Renard didn't even look Freya's way, that distant and haunted look still in his eyes as he stared at his bandaged hands. Freya froze in place, a lump forming in her throat, Maybe this was the wrong time to approach him. Maybe it would be best for both their sakes if she left the room.

For just a second, he drifted back into reality, turning his head towards her. Then, he looked away. It was only after a lengthy silence that he faced her and replied, asking if she was ok, his faint smile a shade of his usual grin.

Freya nodded, the corners of her lips twitching upwards. [color=khaki]"Yeah. Don't worry, I'll be fine."[/color] She put her hands behind her back, hiding her injuries just like he appeared to hide his own. The bandages covering her scratched arms and the shock wound on her palm felt tight as she clutched the snack bag. There'd be no permanent damage besides a few scars, but she knew how much worse things could have gotten, several times, for both of them. Including at [i]that[/i] moment. And it was clear Renard knew too.

[i]Don't make this worse,[/i] she told herself, edging forward. [i]Whatever you do, don't make this worse for him.[/i] [color=khaki]"Are-Are you, though? Are you going to be ok?"[/color] she asked, not just referring to the beating he'd taken. Whatever had happened, the emotional trauma seemed to run just as deep as the physical, if not deeper. Crouching by the bed, she held out the bag. It wasn't much, but it was all she could offer. [color=khaki]"Here. I, uh, figured you'd prefer this to hospital food."[/color]

Just as he reached for it, the reflex kicked in. Freya jittered. The bag fell from her grip, crispy snacks spilling all over the bed. Shuddering with guilt and embarrassment, she glanced down at the mess, then at the floor. Anywhere but at him. Closing her eyes, she muttered two words.

[color=khaki]"I'm sorry..."[/color]

It wasn't just about the snacks. It was about more than a simple apology could even begin to fix.