Kayla watched him and sat on the floor. "I thought you'd died or something" She said, watching him

Kayla kept watching him, staying silent now

"Do you want help?" She offered softly

Kayla smiled softly and moved next to him, taking the needle gently in her fingers and quickly sewing the way she'd been taught. "I told you about my brothers, but I never told you I fixed them to stay out of father's eye." She said quietly

Kayla smiled to herself as the memories flooded in, in a good way. "One time my two youngest older brothers, Hunter and Tom, were mock-fighting with real daggers. They had placed bets on who of them would win, and the servants in the garden thought it was pretty funny to see Hunter get cut up by his younger brother and be humbled quite a bit." She moved to start on a new cut. "Hunter came to me grinning from adreneline, but also very bloody. He was worried about our father finding him like that and scolding him, so he asked me to stitch his cuts closed. I agreed with the term ofhim never saying a word about my 'sneaking off', if that's what you want to call it." She murmured