[Klayko]

Maor wasn’t shocked to say the least. Tears were probably something he would have at this point had he not personally felt the urgency to do it behind closed doors.

“You know what I want,” Maor said in a gloomy tone. Of course he didn’t want to be the bearer of bad news, but if Maor’s face was any indication, from the partially bruised face and definitely to the clearly visible redness on his throat, Ethan did sort of get the light hand of things. Maor sought to comfort Ethan however, starting with rubbing the other male’s hand.

“Yea, my face does,” he chuckled just barely. “I guess that’s what happens when you have a hostile man child running around like Carl.”

Hearing Ethan repeat the number didn’t make him feel any better though. In fact, it made Maor pale up again. Still, he smiled just a little if it helped make Ethan feel better. It already weighed in on Maor’s mind that he failed to protect him like he said he would after all. They had no way of knowing this would happen though. Given what Carl said, they were waiting on them the moment they took a walk through the forest and the fact Camila said she was this apparent living forest, chances were the tall witch would have made them walk in some loop, make it colder for them until they had no choice but to seek shelter at the mansion, which again made Maor tear up partially as he wanted to let everything out. He kept his composure though, wiping the tears from his eyes.

“We should get you checked out though,” he said when looking down at Ethan’s frame. “You look a bit bigger than I do.”

Maor was apparently having a big number. If Ethan was having the same or more, they needed to know now as clearly this was something they couldn’t avoid.