Chapter 25 THE START, PROMISES AND DESIRES

"Done!" I mumble after bandaging his wounds. They are healing just fine, gladly. At least none of them looks infected or adamant about healing. In about a week he should be fine. "Thank you." He asserts as I amble back to him after returning the first aid kit. I angle myself in front of him, scanning for any trace of change in him, and sure, he doesn't look dismal and dull like he has always been since I met him. The cold look on his face is still so permanent, but I think I have been with him enough to distinguish his physical features from masks. The icy demeanour is his nature. A beautiful one, I must say. It exudes both ice and fire. It exhibits boldness and authority. I am glad that the masks are not so evident right now, and I hope they fade away completely and for good. "What is it?" He implores after noticing my stern gaze on him for a while. "What do you want to do?" I ask. I think before I impose all the crazy childish ideas to aid his recovery on him, I should at leas