(Author's POV)
"You can leave now. I am capable enough to manage on my own," Myra stopped Alaric's advances to help her. She didn't wanted him anywhere near her.
"Do you have be so stubborn, all the time, huhh? Your injuries are serious. They will flare up," he countered back with an argument of his own when he saw her limping as she moved.
"And do you have to be disrespectful, like always? I said, I can manage on my own," Myra shot back without looking towards him. As she took small and careful steps. She grunted in pain but she didn't want the help of an enemy.
In her mind, Myra still thought that all of this was Alaric's doing and now he is just trying to overcompensate.
Alaric's eyes darted to her face, which had a scrunched expression and then shifted to her feet, which was clearly, visibly screaming in pain, although it was thoroughly bandaged.
