Pressure

"Miss Ford, are you alright?"

You wince lightly at the sound of Aden's concerned tone, feeling your blush return once more. Kyr pauses, shifting your weight slightly in his arms.

"She's a klutz." You're somewhat mortified to hear the man reply in your stead. "She'll be fine though."

"He's right." You mumble reluctantly before quickly adding. "I mean about me being fine."

"Your ankle looks swollen." Aden comments, closing the distance between you much quicker than anticipated. "You should let Drake take a look. It will be faster than going to the campus emergency room."

"Emergency room?" You repeat, blushing further as you're reminded of the last time the doctor-in-training examined you. "It's really not that bad."

"Well, at least let me help you to your room." Aden offers, his steely gaze shifting away from yours to meet that of your transporter.

"No need." Kyr replies impassively, holding the man's stare.

Your brow furrows as you feel some unspoken tension between the pair, something that seems all too common in the house. Exhaling softly, you take a final glance at both men before interjecting.