185 Discoloring foot

Adrien watched Christon's retreating figure with a stoic expression, his thoughts veiled behind a mask of indifference. As the door closed behind the bewildered Christon, he turned his attention back to Alicia, his gaze softening ever so slightly.

With practiced ease born of centuries of experience, he reached for the medical supplies, his movements precise and methodical as he prepared to tend to Alicia's injuries. Each action was executed with a meticulous care, a testament to his unwavering commitment to her well-being.

As he worked, a myriad of emotions flickered across his features, fleeting glimpses of vulnerability and concern that he quickly buried beneath his usual facade of icy composure. Though his actions spoke of care and attentiveness, there was a tension in the air, a palpable sense of unease that lingered like a shadow in the room.