Julia’s worried eyes locked onto Caspian’s arm as he winced slightly while moving it. Blood seeped through the torn fabric of his shirt, staining his right sleeve. Without hesitation, she grabbed his uninjured arm and led him to the nearby table.

“Sit,” she ordered, her voice soft but firm.

Caspian obeyed, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he watched her move swiftly. She grabbed the first aid kit from the cabinet and opened it with practiced hands.

The determination on her face as she cleaned the wound made him feel something he hadn’t felt in a long time—comfort.

“This might sting a little,” Julia said as she dabbed...