He was a guest! I wanted to stop him, but he gave me a serious look and my words dried up.
I put my head down and brought the dishes over to the sink to wash before I got further than opening the tap, I was pulled aside. "Stand there, I'll do it!"
Thus I watched as he hm clean up the kitchen with sure, slender fingers. Mesmerized, I felt nervous for some reason.
I wanted to help him, but before I could even take a step, he stopped me with his a warning gaze. So, awkwardly I stood there.
I cast about for a topic and decided on, "Why did you move here all of a sudden? Aren't you going back to Jarold City soon?"
He raised an eyebrow and looked at me with a sardonic gaze. "You don't like me being here?"
No, that's not it!
I shook my head. "There are many more things to do in Jarold City, and you seem to be done with all your projects here."
"And?" He lowered his head and skilfully washed the dishes.
He didn't seem to be in a chatty mood so I let him be.
I stood there silently and waited for him to finish up, then handed him a paper towel. He took it, wiped his hands, and without a thought, walked to the fridge.
Confused when I saw him rooting around in the fridge I asked him, "What are you looking for?"
"Eggs!"
"What do you need eggs for?"
He took out some brown sugar and looked at me faintly. "Don't you feel unwell?"
I was stunned that he noticed my discomfort, but didn't understand what he meant to do. I nodded my head and said, "A little. But what does it have to do with eggs?"
He pursed his lips and said faintly, "Go get changed your clothes. You do have spare clothes here?"
I blushed at the implication and felt embarrassed.
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