"Oh good just what I need." He sat down beside her. "Poppyseed, how appettizing." He said equally sarcastically. Looking down at her as she started to peel away. He narrowed his eyes, watching intently. It was still pretty gorey.

She gently set the bandages into a bin, unsrewing the lid from a small jar and pulling out a pinch of white powder. (MaGicAl HoMe ReMeDiEs) She gently sprinkled it on the wound, causing it to sting slightly as it leeched out much of the moisture that had developed overnight. After, she let him sit still, to let the wound breathe. "Are you alright?" She asked quietly, grabbing another jar with a black, seedy looking paste. She took a spoon and took a scoop of it out, giving him a hesitant look. "So, this doesn't taste very good. Just promise me you'll try not to throw up... on me. If you do."

He watched her with an even and genuinely curious face..until she touched it. He looked away, his throat tendons tensed up as he hold his breath. He clamped his eyes shut for a moment as it stung. He didn't answer her, looking down at his lap. He glanced up at the paste, making a face. "It looks like caviar. I don't like caviar." He said like a child. He huffed, letting her feed it to him. He looked away again, continuing to make that face. Finally, he swallowed it. "God that was disgusting."

"It'll help. I promise." Kitty soothed. "I know, I know, its horrible. But I promise, thats the worst of it." She said softly, gently leaning over his shoulder a bit more to dab a paste very gently on the wound. After, she took her roll of bandage and quickly ran it over his shoulder, tying it off. She tilted her head up at him, resting her hand on his forearm. "Are you dead yet, drama queen?" She asked teasingly.

He gave her a look, she was treating him like a child. If it was worse he might not mind it. He looked at his shoulder again as she touched it. He clenched his jaw. He nearly moved away, his head did, looking off again. He was teetering on sleep probably. That or fainting. He didn't know because his eyes were shut. "No but possibly wishing I was." He looked over at her, a little red. He fiddled with the shirt in his hands.

"The pain shouldn't last much longer, the poppy seeds will kick in soon. I am really sorry about it though." Kitty sighed, standing and walking back to the kitchen. She got him a cool glass of water and strode back to his side, setting it on the table beside him. She quickly put her things away and laid the duffel bag down by the door. "Can I get anything for you?" She asked, fiddling slightly with her fingers.

He was far quieter now, he didn't want to accept her pity. He carefully slid the sleeve over his left arm, then decided to just get it over with. And the shirt was on. He growled slightly, the throb was still there, his head tilted. He looked up at her and shook his head. "Lets hope nobody notices I don't want to use this arm when I end up back in my house." He joked a bit.

Kitty chuckled at him, sitting on the couch with him. "Ill keep my fingers crossed for you, but somehow, I think it might be a tad noticeable." She teased, gently tossing her hair over her shoulder. "Speaking of your home, when do you have to head back?" She asked curiously, tilting her head at him.

He narrowed his eyes. "I'm the Prince. They really have to obey if I tell anyone to hush." He said in a tone that was tinged with teasing pride. He thought about it for a second. "I don't really think I have to be back. But yknow I would like to be there and at least watch the tournament in England. My parents will be there."

Royal Ball >:D))

Heheheheheheeh >:3))

"Oh, yes sir, your sovereign majesty sir." Kitty mocked, laying back on the couch and curling up with her head against the armrest. She nodded in recognition as he mentioned the tournament. "Yes, I go to that one every year. Its strange, it means ive probably seen you many times before. I often shake hands with the royal family at the end of major tournaments like that." She said contemplatively, tilting her head at him. "Its the one with the ball after it, yes?"

((Should 'Kaden' have been invited every year because he usually wins/is pretty famous?))