"Why is it not treated?" she repeated her question, adamant about getting her answers first.
Arkan returned his gaze to Lyria's honey-colored eyes. It looked straight at her. "Are you worried about me?"
"Answer me, why is it not treated?" she asked again. "It could be well infected by now. And– and ... doesn't it hurt??"
"Yes. It hurts a lot."
"Then why not ask Anthony and the fairies to treat–"
Lyria suddenly realized the reason. Her breath hitched at the sudden realization. How could she forget about it?
"The curse...," she whispered, "You cannot touch each other." Of course, no one could heal him or help him treat his wounds because no one in the cave was able to touch him. A single touch would burn both of them. "B– but I can touch you. I can–"
Lyria stopped her words. She cou
